I am...a bitch. Yes. Poor Wash, I'm apparently rather cruel to him. Oh I love him really. This one has Wash, Jayne, Mal and Simon.

Cosmo Bowling

They're on a week of shore leave and so far Simon has spent five of the seven days holed up on the ship. Avoiding the Alliance is what he tells everyone. In truth, they've landed on a planet called Vegas and he just really doesn't want to get caught up in all the more...questionable activities that seem to go on outside.

River leaves him in frustration on the third day and goes out with Kaylee and Wash. They invite Simon but he refuses, shaking his head and stating that he could use the peace and quiet of an empty ship to get some work in the infirmary done. Inventory and...well, he'll think of something that needs doing, he's sure.

He's been waiting for it all week, though. The day when one of them come back severely injured from a bar fight or a mugging or...or something far worse. So he's not surprised when there's a ruckus in the cargo bay on the fifth day and someone – Mal – is shouting out for him.

Simon is running for the cargo bay, med kit in hand, calm panic settling firmly into his gut. Until he comes running around the corner and sees Mal with a grin splitting his face and Jayne nearly doubled over in his laughter.

Wash looks decidedly less happy, hanging onto Mal's side and cursing incredibly colourfully at the both of them.

Simon is instantly up to Wash's side, looking him over. He can instantly see that it's Wash's leg and he drops down to one knee. "What happened?" And why does everyone seem so amused? This close he can see that even Wash is having a hard time keeping his lips into a frown despite how angry his words sounded as he continued to swear. The smile fades entirely though when Simon's hands – feeling carefully along Wash's leg – encounter the break, causing Wash to cry out and jerk back. The cursing became even more inventive and loud.

"Sorry. What happened?" he repeats the question.

Mal is still grinning, still hanging onto Wash and holding the man up. "Bowling."

Jayne – who a moment ago had gotten the giggles under control – breaks out again, ignoring the daggers that Wash is glaring across to him.

"...Bowling?" Simon raises an eyebrow and must manage to look disapproving enough that Mal actually clears his throat and rubs his free hand over the back of his neck, giving a nod.

"Place called Cosmo Bowling. Jayne sorta...threw the ball into Wash's leg."

"It slipped!" Jayne instantly protests.

"Bi Zui!" Wash hisses.

Jayne is back into giggling already though. "Little man screeched, shoulda seen the look on his face."

"Not t' mention the look on everyone else's faces," Mal joins in now. "Made all the kids cry."

"Damn near made me cry as well. Have I mentioned the pain?"

Simon is already getting an injection ready and Wash sighs his relief as the painkillers are injected, his eyes closing to wait for them to take their effect.

"Lets get him to the infirmary. Jayne, help Mal." Simon's tone is sharp, barking out the order and Jayne hurries to listen them. Mal doesn't object either as they carefully help Wash limp his way to the infirmary.

Simon is pissed. At Jayne and Mal for acting so careless. Apparently he should have gone along just so that he could keep an eye on these three. Trust it to them to let something like this happen. They can get through dozens of fights or tight spots, but let them out to have fun and i that's /i when one of them gets seriously hurt.

And Jayne and Mal were both still giggling. Big children really.

"And since you two seem to think that this is so amusing, you can take care of him while he's got the cast on. Which means providing for his i every /i need and doing i anything /i he asks."

Simon smirks to himself as that manages to quiet the both of them and he catches the shared worried looks they give. But he's using his 'doctor tone' and they both know better than to argue. Wash's smirk matches his perfectly as they step into the infirmary.