Simon was searching his cabinets when Mal came to see him. "We've cures for most of the more complex diseases known to man and we still struggle to medicate patients with a common cold."

"Hm. He really was sick? I thought he was fakin'."

Simon gave him a smile. "You can't fake a 102 degree temp."

Mal frowned. "Think of who we are talkin' about, Doc."

"Captain Reynolds, Jayne's sick and more than likely has infected all of us."

"That hun dan! I'm gonna kill him!"

Simon put his hands out to calm the captain. "A simple cold. IF we do catch it some medication will suffice to help us fight the symptoms."

Mal didn't look pacified. "That's it. He ain't allowed to go nowhere planetside. No whores, no weapons, nothing. He goes to the drop and to the ship."

"Good luck implementing that," the young doctor told him. "Think of who we are talking about," he said, mimicking Mal's words from earlier.

"I am the captain," Mal assured him as if that statement validated the mandate.

Simon turned back to the cabinet, being sure to roll his eyes out of the captain's view. "Nevertheless, I am trying to gather all the items I believe will help us in case anyone else gets the illness."

"I guess I should thank you for your preparedness," Mal offered begrudged.

"Let's hope it's not needed."

hun dan- bastard