"Zoe! Jayne! Mal's been hurt!" Simon hurried into the cargo bay where the Captain's first and second mates were hauling boxes of goods into the various hiding places on Serenity. Their last heist had gone particularly well and a considerable amount of crates remained in view.
"What's the problem?" Zoe asked, her attention jumping straight to the situation. Dropping the crate she'd been holding, she walked over and met him at the bottom of the ladder leading up to the catwalk.
"Mal's hurt. He's unconscious and I need help getting him to the infirmary!"
"Where is he?" Zoe asked, steadily. She looked to be prepared for anything.
"He's in the hall leading to the mess," Simon explained, turning and moving back towards Mal. Zoe joined him immediately and had passed him in seconds. A determined expression crossed her face and she was clearly very concerned about the well being of their Captain.
"Right then," she muttered in reply, moving out of sight.
Simon paused, noticing that the mercenary hadn't made any attempt to move. He glanced over at him. "Jayne? Are you coming?"
"Just a sec – gotta put this crate back in and I'm there," Jayne grunted, hauling the box towards
"C'mon! We need to hurry!" Simon snapped. The mercenary looked up, taken aback at his severity.
"Comin'!" Jayne dropped the crate, swearing and joined the doctor. They headed to the hall where Mal was and joined Zoe, who was crouching over his limp body.
"Okay, let's move him down to the infirmary," Simon instructed Zoe and Jayne. They positioned themselves around Mal and lifted him slowly. "Gently!" Simon barked at Jayne. He nodded in reply.
A few minutes later, after moving Mal quite awkwardly to the infirmary bed, Simon leant over him to check his vitals.
"He gonna be okay?" Zoe enquired, not taking her eyes off Mal.
Simon sighed. "I don't know."