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I is for Injury
The first thing he realizes when his mind floats back into his body is that everything hurts. From his hair to his toenails, pain is throbbing and there's a constant ache.
'Damn,' he thinks, trying to mentally take inventory.
"Open your eyes," a soft voice is saying to him. He tries to pinpoint whose it is because he knows he's heard it before but his brain just isn't co-operating.
He thinks he groans because suddenly there's a hand on his face, a soft one, gently caressing a section of skin that doesn't hurt.
"Open your eyes, James."
James. One person called him James.
'Jules?' he thinks, but in actuality it comes out a garbled mess.
A quiet chuckle, one that has a note of exhaustion in it. "Try again,"
He focuses now and pries open his eyes and damn that light hurts. "Guh," comes out.
How very goddamn eloquent.
"James? Can you hear me?" That low, even voice, calm and comforting and next to his face, so close he can feel warm breath and smell mint toothpaste.
"Yeah," he says gruffly and he's glad he can speak because he still can't see her face.
"Good, now open your eyes all the way," her voice is clear now and he does as he's told, forcing his open and letting them adjust to the light.
Her face swims into view; her eyes are bright and staring intently at him, her skin is pale in the fluorescent lighting and her mouth is curved into a small smirk/smile combo, that same smirk/smile that always gets him. Her hair is messy and barely pulled into a ponytail. She looks like she's just rolled out of bed and pulled her clothes on. His first thought is how beautiful she looks.
"Hey, Sunshine," he drawls and all the pain in his body localizes to his head, right behind his eyes.
"Damn," he says then, squeezing them shut.
"It's just the morphine wearing off. They gave you entirely too much," she sounds amused though and he momentarily hates her for it. Until he feels the hand previously stroking his face held in his hand. He can practically hear her head tilt and feel her smirk directed at him.
"What the hell happened?"
"Jerry," she says simply, but he can hear irritation behind it.
"Jerry? What the hell did that yahoo do?"
Juliet shook her head. "Nearly hit you with a van,"
"What?" too loud. Quiet is good.
"He didn't have the van in the right gear and he shot towards you; you jumped back, and, well, you fell."
"Fell," Disbelieving.
"Down a hill."
"A hill?"
"More like a small cliff,"
Sawyer sighed and settled back into the pillows. "I'm gonna kill him."
Juliet chuckled and rested her hand on his chest. "You're not going to touch him."
Sawyer met her eyes and he noticed she was flushing. "Why not?" he asked suspiciously.
Juliet wordlessly held up the hand that had been resting on his chest with a sheepish smile.
It was bruising.
"You, you hit him?" he blinked in disbelief.
"Um, yes." She said, looking away and then looking back with a smirk. "Better than you killing him or scaring him to death right?"
"Did he scream?" Sawyer asked after a moment of silence.
Juliet raised an eyebrow. "Will that make you feel better," she said.
Sawyer nodded with a small smirk. Juliet thought back to the hour ago when Henry from the infirmary had called saying Jim had been in an accident. She'd arrived to find Jerry pacing outside the building, nervously picking at his uniform.
"He didn't scream. He just kind of, dropped."
Sawyer couldn't help it and sat up abruptly. "You knocked him out? With one punch, you knocked him out?"
Juliet rolled her eyes. "Can we move on now?"
Sawyer held his head. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
Juliet held out a small bucket but he pushed it away, lying back on the pillows.
He closed his eyes and her hand was back in his. They shared a quiet moment and then Juliet spoke.
"Please don't fall down anymore cliffs."
Sawyer smirked with his eyes still shut. "Alright, Sunshine, I won't."
"Good." Her fingers started softly stroking the skin on the back of his hand.
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