Accidents, Firefly, PG-13
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phantismaFandom: Firefly
Title: Accidents
Charcater: Simon, Mal, mention of Zoe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 508
Summary: Post Serenity, Simon is noticing something about Zoe.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for my second card for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo.
It was an accident.
That's what Zoe said as she sat on his table, her hands shaking slightly, her eyes focused on the floor as he tended to the ripped skin on her arm.
Simon didn't question her, but he was starting to be concerned.
For one thing, Zoe didn't tremble. Not in all the time he'd known her.
And yet, more and more, when he found her in his infirmary, her hands shook.
And more and more, he found her in his infirmary.
Accidents. All of them.
He was the first to admit, the way they lived left a lot of room for accidents. Bumps and bruises were standard fare and with a ship like theirs could be sustained just in your everyday take off and landing, and that was when there weren’t people shooting at them or chasing them, or the ship falling apart.
Their business led to more than a few other injuries as well, and in his time as Serenity’s doctor he’d treated gunshot wounds, knife wounds, strange illnesses, head injuries, broken bones, once or twice there had been torture, dementia, animal bites, burns and any number of other injuries received any number of ways.
But this was different.
This was a lot of accidents, and there was evidence that there were more that she didn’t bring to him. Scars on her body that he knows weren’t there before. Fading bruises that he never saw fresh.
“I’m not saying that she’s hurting herself on purpose.” Simon says when the Captain looks at him like he’s just suggested Zoe was a Reaver.
“No? It sounds a might like what you’re saying.” Mal has his arms crossed staring at him and Simon wonders if maybe he really is imagining it.
He sighs and fills the syringe to inoculate the Captain. “I’m concerned. As her doctor.”
“I know.” Mal says quietly, glancing out the door of the infirmary.
Simon looks up at him, the question on his face. Mal’s expression twitches and he moves to close the door. “She ain’t been right since Wash.” He steps back toward the table. “Ain’t nothing I can put a finger to, but she aint’t right.”
“She may not know she’s doing it. It may be sub-conscious.”
“What was it this time?”
“Cut her arm on a crate of cargo. But more concerning than that was the bruising. It was at least a few days old. Looked pretty severe.”
Mal cusses and shakes his head. “She said it weren’t nothing.” He huffs. “She said it was fine. We was tussling on Persephone with them traders, she hit her arm against a fence post.”
“All I can say for sure was it wasn’t broken. I’m betting it hurt though.”
“Hurting is better than numb.” Mal says, his voice soft.
“What?”
He shakes his head and gestures for Simon to bring the syringe. “Something someone said to me a long time ago.” Simon sets the syringe aside and wipes his skin. “How sometime it’s better to hurt than to feel nothing at all.”
Title: Accidents
Charcater: Simon, Mal, mention of Zoe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 508
Summary: Post Serenity, Simon is noticing something about Zoe.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for my second card for
angst_bingo.It was an accident.
That's what Zoe said as she sat on his table, her hands shaking slightly, her eyes focused on the floor as he tended to the ripped skin on her arm.
Simon didn't question her, but he was starting to be concerned.
For one thing, Zoe didn't tremble. Not in all the time he'd known her.
And yet, more and more, when he found her in his infirmary, her hands shook.
And more and more, he found her in his infirmary.
Accidents. All of them.
He was the first to admit, the way they lived left a lot of room for accidents. Bumps and bruises were standard fare and with a ship like theirs could be sustained just in your everyday take off and landing, and that was when there weren’t people shooting at them or chasing them, or the ship falling apart.
Their business led to more than a few other injuries as well, and in his time as Serenity’s doctor he’d treated gunshot wounds, knife wounds, strange illnesses, head injuries, broken bones, once or twice there had been torture, dementia, animal bites, burns and any number of other injuries received any number of ways.
But this was different.
This was a lot of accidents, and there was evidence that there were more that she didn’t bring to him. Scars on her body that he knows weren’t there before. Fading bruises that he never saw fresh.
“I’m not saying that she’s hurting herself on purpose.” Simon says when the Captain looks at him like he’s just suggested Zoe was a Reaver.
“No? It sounds a might like what you’re saying.” Mal has his arms crossed staring at him and Simon wonders if maybe he really is imagining it.
He sighs and fills the syringe to inoculate the Captain. “I’m concerned. As her doctor.”
“I know.” Mal says quietly, glancing out the door of the infirmary.
Simon looks up at him, the question on his face. Mal’s expression twitches and he moves to close the door. “She ain’t been right since Wash.” He steps back toward the table. “Ain’t nothing I can put a finger to, but she aint’t right.”
“She may not know she’s doing it. It may be sub-conscious.”
“What was it this time?”
“Cut her arm on a crate of cargo. But more concerning than that was the bruising. It was at least a few days old. Looked pretty severe.”
Mal cusses and shakes his head. “She said it weren’t nothing.” He huffs. “She said it was fine. We was tussling on Persephone with them traders, she hit her arm against a fence post.”
“All I can say for sure was it wasn’t broken. I’m betting it hurt though.”
“Hurting is better than numb.” Mal says, his voice soft.
“What?”
He shakes his head and gestures for Simon to bring the syringe. “Something someone said to me a long time ago.” Simon sets the syringe aside and wipes his skin. “How sometime it’s better to hurt than to feel nothing at all.”
