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simon_doctor) wrote2006-03-20 02:53 pm
simon_doctor) wrote2006-03-20 02:53 pm
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[Approximately one minute and ten seconds after the end of this.]
The infirmary, River said. The captain. Injured.
And something about Red he didn't fully understand, but it can damn well wait.
Simon hits the infirmary door at a dead run, already looking about for Mal.
The infirmary, River said. The captain. Injured.
And something about Red he didn't fully understand, but it can damn well wait.
Simon hits the infirmary door at a dead run, already looking about for Mal.
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"I need to get a few things so I can take that bullet out of you. I won't go far, and I'll be back quickly."
Very carefully, he pries Mal's hand loose.
"You're going to be fine," he tells him firmly, as he rises and heads in the direction of the supply cabinet. Anaesthetic, an extractor, sutures....
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(Anything's tall from a vantage point lower than Mal's boots.)
It's only when Simon's coming back toward Mal that it sounds like there is noise coming from some growling part of Mal's throat, though if Simon noticed, Mal's mouth had been moving from some time.
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The anaesthetic, right now; he's going to have to dope Mal before he can get the bullet out.
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Simon can't hear him. Gotta Speak Louder
A strong, hacking cough, no blood coming up just yet. "...You came."
Surprise. Not a small amount of awe.
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Which means Mal honestly hadn't expected him to come.
He's too busy just now to notice quite how much that hurts.
"Yes. Don't try to talk."
Load the ampule, sterilize the hypospray, check the dosage three times.
"I'm going to give you something for the pain."
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Mal's head rolls away from looking at Simon - the bottom of the IV stand is more interesting anyway - and feels the injection only a few seconds before blacking out entirely.