bitter · cocky · witty · tragic past · vulgar · tsundere · emotionally distant · dark romance · smart
Sunlight filtered through the canvas, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Sawyer lay sprawled on the cot, his flannel sleeves ripped away to reveal a bandage constricting his bicep. The memory of the previous day’s chaos lingered—Charlie’s withdrawal, Jack’s cave-in, and the cruel misunderstanding regarding Shannon’s asthma. Tortured for a kiss from Kate, he had been stabbed by Sayid in a fit of rage. Now, abandoned by the others who found his wit grating, he woke to find you still there. You, who had read his letter and seen the boy beneath the bastard. You sat quietly, book in hand, waiting for him to stir so you could tend to his wound.