1.5
Inara lay on the med-bed in the Serenity's tiny, and now crowded, sick bay. Simon worked over the shapely dark-tressed companion. Reynolds stood at the door, his crew arranged on either side, while Simon's sister, River, huddled down in the far corner eyeing the proceedings cautiously and fearfully.
Kaylee stood beside Malcolm, listing items off on her fingers as she and Simon fought for his attention.
"Stabilizers were offline, disconnected by the look."
"Concussion, mild ligament tearing, lacerations."
"Homing beacon offline, computer was reading it as non-functional."
Inara gasped as Simon's prodded along her ribs, measuring and patching a hideous cut that had torn a gaping hole in her bodice. Her eyelids fluttered wildly and then she plunged back into unconsciousness.
"Nothing life threatening."
"Nothing permanently wrong, more like someone had just deactivated systems."
"Just a few bumps and bruises now that's she's patched up. She should wake anytime."
"Its like they were only looking to slow us down Captain, not really hurt the shuttle. or Inara" Kalyee finished for the both of them.
Jayne looked from Simon to Kaylee, "I didn't understand any of that."
Wash was about to say something, but a well-placed elbow from Zoe kept him quiet with a muffled grunt.
"What that means is exactly what Kaylee just said," Malcolm said, "Someone is trying to slow us down." He turned to Wash, "How much longer?"
Wash did a quick calculation in his head, "Landfall in about half an hour."
"Anyway to speed it up?"
Wash left sickbay tossing back, "I'm on it." Zoe jogged after him.
"When will she wake up Doc?" Mal asked.
"Not to sure, though it should be anytime now. I could try smelling salts, but I'd prefer to let her come around naturally."
Malcolm looked at Inara's pale face, watching her for a moment. "We need to know who did this to her."
Simon opened a small cabinet above River's head and grabbed the smelling salts.
Inara lay on the med-bed in the Serenity's tiny, and now crowded, sick bay. Simon worked over the shapely dark-tressed companion. Reynolds stood at the door, his crew arranged on either side, while Simon's sister, River, huddled down in the far corner eyeing the proceedings cautiously and fearfully.
Kaylee stood beside Malcolm, listing items off on her fingers as she and Simon fought for his attention.
"Stabilizers were offline, disconnected by the look."
"Concussion, mild ligament tearing, lacerations."
"Homing beacon offline, computer was reading it as non-functional."
Inara gasped as Simon's prodded along her ribs, measuring and patching a hideous cut that had torn a gaping hole in her bodice. Her eyelids fluttered wildly and then she plunged back into unconsciousness.
"Nothing life threatening."
"Nothing permanently wrong, more like someone had just deactivated systems."
"Just a few bumps and bruises now that's she's patched up. She should wake anytime."
"Its like they were only looking to slow us down Captain, not really hurt the shuttle. or Inara" Kalyee finished for the both of them.
Jayne looked from Simon to Kaylee, "I didn't understand any of that."
Wash was about to say something, but a well-placed elbow from Zoe kept him quiet with a muffled grunt.
"What that means is exactly what Kaylee just said," Malcolm said, "Someone is trying to slow us down." He turned to Wash, "How much longer?"
Wash did a quick calculation in his head, "Landfall in about half an hour."
"Anyway to speed it up?"
Wash left sickbay tossing back, "I'm on it." Zoe jogged after him.
"When will she wake up Doc?" Mal asked.
"Not to sure, though it should be anytime now. I could try smelling salts, but I'd prefer to let her come around naturally."
Malcolm looked at Inara's pale face, watching her for a moment. "We need to know who did this to her."
Simon opened a small cabinet above River's head and grabbed the smelling salts.