Sawyer sat quietly in bed reading in the morning, in an attempt to avoid waking Elizabeth. He still didn’t want to leave her alone, but he didn’t want to wake her up either.
He was paying particular attention to how the fresh wounds looked, aware that they still needed dressing properly. She looked uncomfortable, and when she seemed to be in pain as she rolled over in her sleep he decided it was time to wake her up so she could at the very least take painkillers to help alleviate it.
She smiled sleepily at him when she opened her eyes, trying to hide how much pain she was in even though she had only just woken up.
“Just couldn’t wait to be with me?”
“That’s not why I woke you up,” he offered her his hand so she could sit up with some help, but she pointedly ignored it and pushed hersel
