Ow

[holycitygirl]

Um - I fell. I think my wrist is broken (or re-broken since its my bad one). Great. (never the less - I AM posting all of these tonight.)

Title: If You Told Me (you were drowning)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Only responsible for their fictional corruption.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Warning: Who knows when this takes place. My own world

Comments

[kashmir1]

Good god, girl!

*frets over you*

[halfdutch]

Oh wow, love this spin on the prompt! And gah, even to have Sawyer *near* death is traumatic. But oh, anything that brings these two together is good, eys?

(And ouch about your wrist! Are you going to the ER?)

[holycitygirl]

I only hurt Sawyer for a good reason (and for Jack love who can blame me?)

So glad you liked, dear! Thank you!

(And I didn't go to the doctor. I'm self-healing. I just have it wrapped it up and I keep icing it like that is going to make it un-broken. *sigh* My mom will probably have a fit when she gets back from Biloxi at the end of the week and force me to go - medical insurance or no)

[astra2104]

Oh hon!! *showers you with love and admiration*

Thank you so much for writing this! It is delicate and sensual and sparkling and mine, and I love it to bits.

Sawyer feels like ice, but Jack focuses instead of the hot feel of sand beneath his knees, the taste of warmth and irrational hope on Sawyer's lips, the steady movement of chest compressions, the mimic of a heart that is far stronger than any merciless ocean.

Beautiful beyond words ♥

*loves you and her fic very much*

[holycitygirl]

You are welcome, dear. Thank YOU for the great prompt. I loved IT. *loves you back*

[siluria]

Oh *squishes you and gently pets your wrist*

I hope you're ok hun xxxxx

Although I am selfishly glad that you chose to post your fic, because they're all wonderful, but I think this one is my favourite.

[holycitygirl]

*gingerly hugs back*

:)

Thanks, babe. For everything, as usual.

[elise_509]

Ouch! Wrist! Oh no! Did you go and get it checked? *sends get well vibes*

The traumatic experience of Sawyer's brush with death...this is such a really powerful fic, dear. There are so many turns of phrase and beautiful sentences in this, but again, your last few lines seal with deal with greatness. I love how you used the prompt.

[holycitygirl]

Well I don't have medical insurance so no. I've just wrapped in up and doing my best to pretend it's not there. :(

Thank you! and I'm so glad you liked. I have to hurt one of them every once in a while just so I can have the other take care of them (I haven't done it in far too long). I was trying to think of something icy that could be found on the island that wasn't obvious. This totally stems from the image of Sawyer's dripping hair.