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[confidence_man]

Sawyer's walking down the hall to his room, his newly-acquired tube of lotion in his crusty, green right hand. He has to stop after every couple of doors to rest, catch his breath. It's during one of these stops that he realizes that his skin isn't just crusty

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[friggin_gift]

Boone walks out of his room and is walking down the hall when he sees Sawyer sitting on the ground. He doesn't notice the scales yet.

"You ok?" He doesn't seem too worried. It's probably because he's not.

[confidence_man]

"Do I look okay?" He thrusts his hand into the air.

"Does this look okay to you?"

[friggin_gift]

Boone takes a step back. "What the fuck happened to you?"

[confidence_man]

"Wish I knew. I started feeling sick a couple of days back, and now..."

He pulls up sweater arm to show the scales running up his arm. "Runs the entire length of my right side. Fucking bar."

[sendpeanutbtr]

Claire turns the corner, a box of various items in her arms. She wasn't gone but for just a few minutes but that was apparently long enough for Sawyer to leave his room and find a new spot on the floor outside somebody else's door.

She hurries over, setting the box on the floor, and feeling his forehead all in one movement. "Sawyer, Baby? What are you doing out here?"

[confidence_man]

"I got itchy." He feels this is reason enough, apparently.

"The bar gave me this." He holds up the tube of lotion in his scaly right hand.

[sendpeanutbtr]

She reaches out to take the tube of lotion and then draws back her hand suddenly. She makes the face of someone very carefully not making a face.

"It's gotten worse?"

[confidence_man]

"Yeah, it's gotten worse. This? Is what my entire right side looks like."

He pulls up the bottomr of his sweater to show his scaly side. "See?"