“There’s pain,” River said, as if the blood trickling from her shoulder wasn’t her own. She stared at the medical bay door, beyond Simon. Perhaps beyond Serenity.
“I have some Propoxyn.”
Simon glanced up from his neat row of stitches for a sign that she’d heard him. There was none. Her eyes remained distant.
Then, slowly, her hands rose to the height
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