Saffron couldn't remember the last time she'd been so bad off. She'd been injured twice before on the island - once during that freak snowstorm, when she'd been rescued by Brad, and once on Halloween more than three years ago, when she'd fought Reavers with River and gotten stitched up by Simon - and neither had been as bad as this. She was stuck ( Read more... )

It had been a fairly uneventful day so far, in comparison to the past few weeks. Recent disappearances had hit hard, for many, though strangely enough (or perhaps not) the one recent disappearance that had been the most upsetting to Saffron had been the one that had only truly affected her and one other person. John hadn't even been on the island ( Read more... )

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Before she could knock, he pulled her back against him, steering her to lean against the wall. "You know," he said, tipping her face up for a kiss, "if there's somebody in there, I think my heart might just break.""Well now, we wouldn't want that," she said softly, reaching a hand up to tease her fingers lightly along the base ( Read more... )

The stitches had come out. It had only been a week, but Saffron was glad to be finally rid of them. The wounds in her side and on her arm weren't healed, not yet, but they were getting there, and that doctor of Mal's had done a nice neat stitching job. There would be scars, he'd said, the one in her side - the worse injury of the two - leaving a ( Read more... )