I signed up for another one of those 100 fic challenges over at lj. This time it's to do 100 fics written to the 100 mood prompts. For this one, I've decided to do all 100 word drabbles and have them all connect to form a larger story. I will post six drabbles to a chapter.

This is Simon/Wash slash so don't read if you don't like slash. Or one of those characters. Or those two characters paired together.

It takes place pre-Firefly. Is very probably AU.

Accomplished

The pilot has been under his care for weeks now, unmoving, unresponsive. An IV feeds nutrients into his arm, malnourished from the camps. Simon marvels at the cruelty of people. But it's over now. The war is finished and things are finally starting to be fixed. And he'll fix this man.

It's such a small thing when it happens. He'd been beginning to wonder... If this man would ever wake up again. But when he catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and turns to find the pilot has moved, he knows he's done his job right.

Amused

It's hard to believe that it's taken this long. So many weeks of shuffling through files and records, searching. But they've only just now come up with a name for his patient. Something that Simon is indeed grateful for. It will probably be more easy to bring someone back from a coma by calling their actual name instead of just 'hey you'.

Still, when he reads the name off the file, Simon's not really sure if he'll be able to say it out loud without breaking into hysterical giggles.

He tries it anyway. "Hoban..." And gets a scowl in response.

Angry

Hoban still hasn't properly woken. He responds to things. His name gets a scowl. Simon's touch gets a twitch of fingers. But never anything more than that.

Simon cares for him daily. Changing bandages and making sure that the infections are gone from the deep gashes caused when the skiff went down and that were never treated properly. Some of the wounds are newer than that though and Simon wonders if it was his captors that caused them or his fellow prisoners.

Every day, he leaves the room., nearly shaking and overcome with the anger he feels towards these people.

Annoyed

The others in the hospital tell him to give up. It's been a month and Hoban shows no signs of opening his eyes. Besides... He fought for the Independence, why was Simon even bothering to waist his time?

War mentality still held even a month later. They were supposed to be helping those soldiers captured or injured, regardless of which side. Apparently they didn't have to try so hard if they weren't on the right side though.

He shakes his head in annoyance and walks away from them all. He has a job to do. Lives to save.

Anxious

Everything has been going well. Another month and Hoban's wounds were healing, the infections that he'd come in with were showing no signs of returning or having done much in the way of lasting damage. Simon still worries because everyday Hoban doesn't wake up is a larger chance that he never will.

Simon spends more time in the hospital room. He sits by Hoban's bedside, keeps his focus on him. This is a patient that he will not loose. He refuses to loose any patient.

But the days keep ticking by and Simon just watches him keep sleeping.

Apathetic

Maybe there isn't much hope. Another week ticks by. Simon gets a few more patients on his roster and spends less time with Hoban. He checks in, checks his vitals, and does anything that he can. Does what he does with any other patient he's had in this situation.

He sits by Hoban's bedside and stares blankly at him. The time he spends is shorter.

He misses it when he gets to his feet with a sigh. Closes his eyes and stands there for another moment. Misses it when Hoban opens his eyes.

He just turns away and walks out.