pretty sure this guy here's kinda... dead.
Who: Kaylee, Simon, and Mohinder's Body (bow-chick... oh wait. No.)
What: Someone has a case of the DEAD.
When: August 28th
Where: Where all the sick people are!
Notes: I'm allergic to Bananas.
Kaylee was just glad to be helping. She'd seen sickness like this plenty of times. Outer planets that couldn't afford the right med supplies, the Alliance withholding treatment for those that couldn't pay - wasn't right there and Kaylee's pretty certain it's not right here, either.
Her hands wrung out another cloth, pressing the damp terrycloth to someone's forehead. Her hands were gloved (made them sweat, a bit) but that was to prevent the disease from transferring to her. Blood-born patha-something was what Simon'd called it. He'd been moving 'bout the place so much that Kaylee barely had gotten time to actually see him be a doctor. All those times on the ship, sure, she'd see him stitch Jayne up after a brawl, but this was real doctor stuff.
This was the sort of thing he was supposed to be doing instead of traveling around on a ship with a bunch of petty thieves. Moving from one bed to another, Kaylee frowned. Her hand shook to the man's shoulder, trying to rouse him awake, but he didn't seem to feel the shake. His skin looked a lot more ashy than she'd expected and she wasn't sure he was breathing anymore.
"Simon?" Kaylee turned around, calling his name out. When she didn't catch his attention, she called to him again, "Simon, I'm worried about this guy here. He ain't lookin' so hot, right now. Ain't even seein' his chest move t'breathe."
What: Someone has a case of the DEAD.
When: August 28th
Where: Where all the sick people are!
Notes: I'm allergic to Bananas.
Kaylee was just glad to be helping. She'd seen sickness like this plenty of times. Outer planets that couldn't afford the right med supplies, the Alliance withholding treatment for those that couldn't pay - wasn't right there and Kaylee's pretty certain it's not right here, either.
Her hands wrung out another cloth, pressing the damp terrycloth to someone's forehead. Her hands were gloved (made them sweat, a bit) but that was to prevent the disease from transferring to her. Blood-born patha-something was what Simon'd called it. He'd been moving 'bout the place so much that Kaylee barely had gotten time to actually see him be a doctor. All those times on the ship, sure, she'd see him stitch Jayne up after a brawl, but this was real doctor stuff.
This was the sort of thing he was supposed to be doing instead of traveling around on a ship with a bunch of petty thieves. Moving from one bed to another, Kaylee frowned. Her hand shook to the man's shoulder, trying to rouse him awake, but he didn't seem to feel the shake. His skin looked a lot more ashy than she'd expected and she wasn't sure he was breathing anymore.
"Simon?" Kaylee turned around, calling his name out. When she didn't catch his attention, she called to him again, "Simon, I'm worried about this guy here. He ain't lookin' so hot, right now. Ain't even seein' his chest move t'breathe."