sawyer henrick knew he’d gone from being good natured and friendly to being a downright bitch. he had an excuse to be cranky, considering he was constantly on pain draughts and had lost his fucking leg, but he still felt bad about how he was acting to others.

he felt especially bad for the way he acted towards the mender healing him. he knew you’d spent more time than you should’ve working on his leg and giving him advice for the prosthetic, and he still hadn’t been able to stop being snappy.

“sorry. i’m just fuckin’ exhausted.”

sawyer ran a hand over his freckled face, shifting to sit up further in the cot he’d been staying in since he’d lost his leg.

violet and the others had just stopped by, insisting he get back on sliseag, and he was tired of hearing that he should be back on his feet… foot?

he helped you pull down the blanket, averting his gaze at the sight of his leg. everything from the knee down was gone, and around where it had been bitten the skin was still angry, despite your mending efforts.

he hesitated, then offered, “i’m sorry if i’ve been a drag.”

sawyer watched as you prepped some supplies.