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Title: Chicken Soup is Good for the Soul
Author: squish
Prompt: angels
Word Count: 257
Characters: Mal, Jayne
Description: I wrote this because I’m sick. And I wondered what happened if the crew got sick.
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Mal rose fractionally off the cot he was lying on in the small room. “You got soup, Jayne?” he asked hopefully.
A sharp nod was all he got. Well, a nod combined with a look that said he’d best stay on his side of the room if he didn’t wanna be losin’ an arm.
Still, he thought maybe some sympathy for his predicament could be had. Was worth a try anyway.
“I didn’t get no soup.” He tried to put on that face that had worked earlier with Inara.
The one that said how much his head hurt. And his throat, his eyes, even his gorramn nose. Not to mention that he felt like he’d been run over with the mule a time or two.
All he got in response was the sound of slurping. Slurping of hot chicken soup. Real chicken soup, if he was any judge. ‘Course the fact that he couldn’t smell a thing might cause some people to question that judgment. But he didn’t care. It was soup and that wasn’t nothing.
“All I got was some funny kinda tea.” Maybe that would work on the man.
“That’s ‘cause ‘Nara can’t cook, dumbass. But Kaylee sure can. Girl’s a right angel.”
Jayne just smiled at his captain before tipping the bowl up to his mouth to swallow the last drop.
Mal lowered himself back down on the cot in their sick room. “Best be careful, Jayne or I’ll order the doctor to take your temperature. And not in the good place this time.”
Author: squish
Prompt: angels
Word Count: 257
Characters: Mal, Jayne
Description: I wrote this because I’m sick. And I wondered what happened if the crew got sick.
*****
Mal rose fractionally off the cot he was lying on in the small room. “You got soup, Jayne?” he asked hopefully.
A sharp nod was all he got. Well, a nod combined with a look that said he’d best stay on his side of the room if he didn’t wanna be losin’ an arm.
Still, he thought maybe some sympathy for his predicament could be had. Was worth a try anyway.
“I didn’t get no soup.” He tried to put on that face that had worked earlier with Inara.
The one that said how much his head hurt. And his throat, his eyes, even his gorramn nose. Not to mention that he felt like he’d been run over with the mule a time or two.
All he got in response was the sound of slurping. Slurping of hot chicken soup. Real chicken soup, if he was any judge. ‘Course the fact that he couldn’t smell a thing might cause some people to question that judgment. But he didn’t care. It was soup and that wasn’t nothing.
“All I got was some funny kinda tea.” Maybe that would work on the man.
“That’s ‘cause ‘Nara can’t cook, dumbass. But Kaylee sure can. Girl’s a right angel.”
Jayne just smiled at his captain before tipping the bowl up to his mouth to swallow the last drop.
Mal lowered himself back down on the cot in their sick room. “Best be careful, Jayne or I’ll order the doctor to take your temperature. And not in the good place this time.”