"Simple Simon." River had slipped into the galley, and Kaylee and Jayne, from where they were sitting at the table looked up at her. "Slipped and fell and can't get up."
"Erm, River, that mean what I think it means?" Kaylee questioned.
"Yep. Simon fell, in his room." Jayne was out the door, headed towards the passenger dorms.
The sight was disturbing, the doctor on the floor of the bathroom, shirtless. It looked like he'd been getting ready for a shower, when he'd tripped, hit his head against the sink. Blood was pooling, and Jayne knelt to pick the doctor up, move him into the infirmary and buzzed the Captain.
"Mal?"
"What is it Jayne?"
"Doc fell. Sister told us, we've moved him to the infirmary."
"On my way." Mal was quick from Inara's shuttle, Inara following him, her skirts swishing with worry.
"Just cut his head open, bumped it a bit." Was her prognosis, tender fingers having probed the head. "Not much to do but wait."
"Fell and bumped his head." Mal said, cursing. "Most serious injury the doc gets isn't even on a job, its in his own bathroom."
"Not first time either." River sang. "Did it when we were little. Fell and hit his head. Dad didn't find him until he was near dead."
"What happened?" Inara questioned.
"Couldn't find Simon for hours, and Dad didn't care. It was the embedded chip in his shoulder that told Dad." River added the last with a tone of resign. "Dad didn't realize or care until then."