A few minutes before, McCoy had finished cleaning all the scalpels and other tools. When he finished, he just pulled up a chair next to his newest patient. Kaylee... She was definately a face he never wanted to see in this place. It appeared there was no escape to whatever was happening.
He kept his eyes on her, wondering what in the world her dream was about. Being shot in the stomach? What could have possibly happened? Leonard leaned back in his chair. At least he had Kaylee in a stable condition. At least he stopped her from disappearing. But the others... he couldn't do anything... He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, when he noticed Kaylee moving. Quickly, he darted up, grabbing her hand softly and bringing it back to the bed.
"Don't mess with it. You don't want to reopen it."
"Hhheeeey, Doc," said Kaylee, her voice weak but infused with warmth. She gave Mr. McCoy's hand a little squeeze. It was nice to see him, a friendly face and someone who reminded her there was still a future out there, at least for her friends and family.
"Wisht I knew...how it got re-opened in th' first place." She frowned briefly, wondering how she could have dreamt about the old injury only to wake up to a fresh one, at that exact moment, in the same spot even. Didn't make sense.
McCoy took his other hand and covered the top of Kaylee's hand. He was used to reassuring people. No matter how awkward, you never make a patient uncomfortable. Plus, it wasn't too bad holding her hand.
"I wish I knew myself." He said to her. "But don't touch it. It'll open easily with it's size." McCoy told her, as if he was talking to a child. He felt bad but it was standard procedure. "So... Do you know what it was about?" McCoy asked, hoping she knew he meant the dreams.
She could tell Mr. McCoy was all sortsa fretted, but his fussery made her smile a bit. "Dun worry, Mama, I won't pick at it."
His question made her shift uncomfortably. It wasn't exactly the best memory Kaylee had concerning her ship. "There was this lawman... passenger on Serenity, we picked him an' a couple more folk up 'cause we needed the fare. He was after one of the other fellas, our doc. 'Cept he weren't our doc then, just another passenger. Anyway, lawman jumped the captain in the cargo hold and everybody... everybody started yelling. So I heard all the hollerin' from the engine room an' went to see what was up." Kaylee shook her head resignedly. "Weren't nobody's fault, really. I just startled 'im is all. And Simon patched me up good. That's how he got t'be our doctor," she finished, her eyes directed at McCoy but looking into another place and time.
Roy had been in and out of the clinic more often in the past few days than in all his time around here pre-jungle. (It was easier to just sort shit out, pre-jungle and post-jungle, and not think too hard about the months in between. Work to do, anyway.) It would be nice, he reflected on his way back out, if more people stayed in the damn place.
So when he passed by an open door and caught sight of a familiar face, poking his head in was really the only thing to do.
"Heyy," he greeted, hanging off the doorway. "Kaylee, right?"
Truthfully, Kaylee probably coulda been resting in her room above the fabric shop, but she didn't much fancy returning to the place where her old injury had resurfaced, and anyway Mr. McCoy seemed like he could use the company. She was idly twisting a looped piece of string about in her hands, trying to remember the old weaver's games, when she saw her rescuer from the other night pop through the door.
"Oh, yeah, hi!" Man, his face was prettier when it wasn't all blurry. She hurriedly dropped her hands with their strung-up fingers, a little embarrassed, but grunted as she accidentally plopped them right onto her tender spot. "Nrr...I uh, actually don't recall your name. Not that you're forgettable, just, y'know, blood loss."
"Completely understandable." he assured her, sliding on in. Hey, she was friendly, and it was a good excuse for a few minutes' break. "It's Roy."
He eyed the girl's slim hands where they dropped, and half-absently grabbed a chair. "I'd ask how you're feeling, but to be honest I can make a pretty good guess." At least it wasn't a chest shot. Those stung.
"Better'n when you found me," she said cheerily. "An' lots better'n the first time I got a hole in my middle. Y'know I betcha I could put a ring through it now." And send Mr. McCoy into conniptions, like as not.
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He kept his eyes on her, wondering what in the world her dream was about. Being shot in the stomach? What could have possibly happened? Leonard leaned back in his chair. At least he had Kaylee in a stable condition. At least he stopped her from disappearing. But the others... he couldn't do anything... He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, when he noticed Kaylee moving. Quickly, he darted up, grabbing her hand softly and bringing it back to the bed.
"Don't mess with it. You don't want to reopen it."
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"Wisht I knew...how it got re-opened in th' first place." She frowned briefly, wondering how she could have dreamt about the old injury only to wake up to a fresh one, at that exact moment, in the same spot even. Didn't make sense.
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"I wish I knew myself." He said to her. "But don't touch it. It'll open easily with it's size." McCoy told her, as if he was talking to a child. He felt bad but it was standard procedure. "So... Do you know what it was about?" McCoy asked, hoping she knew he meant the dreams.
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His question made her shift uncomfortably. It wasn't exactly the best memory Kaylee had concerning her ship. "There was this lawman... passenger on Serenity, we picked him an' a couple more folk up 'cause we needed the fare. He was after one of the other fellas, our doc. 'Cept he weren't our doc then, just another passenger. Anyway, lawman jumped the captain in the cargo hold and everybody... everybody started yelling. So I heard all the hollerin' from the engine room an' went to see what was up." Kaylee shook her head resignedly. "Weren't nobody's fault, really. I just startled 'im is all. And Simon patched me up good. That's how he got t'be our doctor," she finished, her eyes directed at McCoy but looking into another place and time.
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So when he passed by an open door and caught sight of a familiar face, poking his head in was really the only thing to do.
"Heyy," he greeted, hanging off the doorway. "Kaylee, right?"
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"Oh, yeah, hi!" Man, his face was prettier when it wasn't all blurry. She hurriedly dropped her hands with their strung-up fingers, a little embarrassed, but grunted as she accidentally plopped them right onto her tender spot. "Nrr...I uh, actually don't recall your name. Not that you're forgettable, just, y'know, blood loss."
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He eyed the girl's slim hands where they dropped, and half-absently grabbed a chair. "I'd ask how you're feeling, but to be honest I can make a pretty good guess." At least it wasn't a chest shot. Those stung.
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"Better'n when you found me," she said cheerily. "An' lots better'n the first time I got a hole in my middle. Y'know I betcha I could put a ring through it now." And send Mr. McCoy into conniptions, like as not.
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