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[gonna_live]

Kaylee knows what's to come: if she's not careful, if they're not lucky, everything will settle in his lungs and he'll die.

Kaylee isn't going to let that happen.

Kaylee sends a wave.

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[simon_doctor]

Eyes still closed, he coughs shallowly and rubs his face with one hand.

"Okay. Okay ..."

He opens his eyes.

And blinks up at the sheet of plastic where the ceiling ought to be.

"...?"

[gonna_live]

"With food," she says. "Made you some toast, but softened it up some. And then there's a little soup. Come on." Kaylee's holding out a mug and a piece of bread. "I'm recommendin' puttin' the bread in the soup. Sit up and I'll fluff your pillow."

[simon_doctor]

Sitting up is still a major effort, but not the draining labor it was yesterday. Simon manages it.

He's still blinking rather at the plastic tent that appears to be surrounding their bed.

"Kaylee, what ...?"

[gonna_live]

She holds out the mug with a small smile. "Eat somethin' and I'll tell you what's gone on."

[simon_doctor]

He takes the mug, more because he's too busy trying to work out what he's seeing to argue, and raises it to take a sip. It's chicken broth with thin noodles, rich and fragrant, and its heat soothes his throat.

A second later something clicks into place: it's much more humid in here than it ought to be.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee holds out the toast. "Now. You okay assumin' that all parties involved know what they're doing and nobody's hurt or gonna get that way?"

[simon_doctor]

"That --" His voice is clogged-sounding, but stronger than it's been. "That may depend on who's involved, but ... go ahead."

He takes the toast, and nibbles at one edge.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee opens the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a vial. She holds it up so he can see the label.

His name is on it. So is the name of a generic drug used to help clear up the more disgusting parts of respiratory infections.

The prescribing doctor's name is listed as Dr. Llewellyn Jordan.

[simon_doctor]

He peers at the label, and slowly starts to smile.

And then, in abrupt unease: "Was he here? Did I ...?"

[gonna_live]

Kaylee shakes her head. "I waved him a list, and he brought some stuff by -- and left it outside the door, and we talked for a second, and he never came in. He won't get sick."

[simon_doctor]

"Good," he murmurs, and glances around again.

"...Kaylee?"

[gonna_live]

"Keep workin' on the soup," she tells him. "What?"

[simon_doctor]

"Did you build me a hydrotherapy unit?"

There's a note of disbelieving wonder in his voice, and a much stronger one of delight.

[gonna_live]

"I do hear steam helps," she says mildly. "Soup. And the toast. Or else you're gonna throw up this pill."

[simon_doctor]

He settles back against the propped-up pillows and takes another long drink of the broth.

Happily: "My wife is a genius."

[gonna_live]

"...no I'm not. I mean, honestly -- all it took was some 80-20 wire and a big stock pot."

Kaylee shrugs. "Strip some wire, coil a little, get it to the wall -- all that's left is makin' sure there's enough water in there to make steam, and we're golden. Took about ten minutes. Hardest part was settin' up the plastic right."