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These stories are all standalone's unless otherwise noted.

Thanks to Tamsibling for the beta!

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9. Massage

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Simon frowned as he looked over the test results one more time. It was late and he should be in bed, but night was when he could concentrate the best. With River sound asleep, and no one on the crew needing him for anything, he could sit, read and re-read the notes he’d made over the last few months.

River had been doing better, but Simon didn’t really know why. Up until recently, he’d had to change her medications frequently. Her body had been breaking them down at an astonishing rate, but since he’d been shot, of all things, her psychosis had lessened considerably.

He shifted his weight off his injured leg and rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of his hand. He was a doctor, he fixed people. He’d done everything he knew how to do and used everything he had at his disposal. But, he wasn’t sure anymore if his little sister could be fixed, was even less sure that he would be the one to fix her.

So engrossed in his journal, he didn’t hear Kaylee poke her head tiredly into the infirmary. “What you still doin’ up, Simon?”

At the unexpected sound, Simon glanced up so sharply, he threw himself off balance and gripped the counter to keep from falling over. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Ain’t no fair answerin’ a question with a question.” She moved into the room and only stopped when she was facing him, hands on her hips. “Ignorin’ your own orders?”

Simon grinned sheepishly at her and slowly closed the journal. “Doctors really do make the worst patients.”

She dropped a hand to his forearm and tugged gently. “Well, nurse Kaylee is here to make sure you start followin’ ‘em.”

Simon smiled so widely, Kaylee thought her knees would buckle. To her, there wasn’t anything prettier than tha