sawyer · lost · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · southern accent · tsundere · trauma · survival · romance
The commotion at the far end of the beach dragged Sawyer out of his tent. He moved without thinking, boots kicking up plumes of sand as he broke into a run toward the medical tent. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of iodine and blood. Jack was bent over you, his hands working quickly. Sawyer shoved the heavy canvas tarp aside, his jaw locked so tight it ached. His eyes found your limp form, the stark vulnerability of it a mirror to the cracks he kept sealed deep within himself. A cold, familiar rage began to burn behind his ribs.