Rated: K
Summary: Kate can't bear to see Sawyer in pain. (one shot)
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Lost. J.J. Abrams and ABC own Lost. Not me.
Author's Note: Just an idea that came to me after watching last week's Lost. Short and fluffy-ish.
Wounded
She can't stand to see him in such pain. It breaks her heart knowing that she can't help him as he lies there, dying. Sawyer, who was once so full of life, and sarcasm, lies before Kate, tossing and turning in pain. Eventually he calms down, and she whispers soothing words in his ears.
Kate cries and holds him tight, never wanting to let go. Her body shakes from the tears welling up inside her. His skin feels scorching hot with fever, but still, she holds him. She'll keep holding him until he recovers, but even then she'll embrace him lovingly for a long time. She refuses to leave his side for food or for sleep. That's how much he means to her. She wants to be there when he wakes up. She wants to be there to tell him he'll be okay. Her stomach growls with hunger, but she ignores it and brushes the sweaty hair off of Sawyer's forehead.
Running her fingers lightly across his face, Kate remembers how his hair used to shine in the sunlight, and how his eyes held such life and spark. How crude remarks used to escape from his now chapped and quiet lips. Kate sighs as Jack passes by and tries to convince her to get some sleep; it's well past midnight.
No, she says. I'm fine right here. I'm not leaving Sawyer, not for one minute.
It's Jack's turn to sigh as he leaves to go sit by the computer. Kate feels anger boiling up inside her, but soon forgets how angry she is with Jack and focuses all her attention on Sawyer. She takes his hand in hers and kisses his fingers lightly. She doesn't take her eyes off him in fear that he might wake up for a second and she wouldn't be able to see it.
I love you, Sawyer, she whispers. I love you, and I won't leave your side. Not until you wake up. Please wake up, Sawyer, please. Please. I love you.(The End)