Disclaimers : Everything belongs to Joss, except for one character of my creation

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Mal finished speaking with Logan as quickly as he could, and hurried toward the infirmary. Simon was watching for him, and met him in the common area before he could enter.

“Doc?” Mal asked, seeing the look on Simon’s face. “How is she?”

Simon took Mal by the arm and steered him back up the stairs into the cargo bay, where they were alone. Mal frowned, puzzled.

“She’s not good,” Simon said.

Mal nodded.

“She’s dehydrated and suffering from exposure. Her body temperature is extremely low. I’m trying to get her warmed up. Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing how long she was out there before we found her—or how long she’s been unconscious, for that matter.”

“She had a lot of blood on her, looked pretty tore up,” Mal said.

Simon nodded.

“She is. She obviously climbed the fence—the razor wire tore her up good. Some of the wounds are clear down to the bone.”

Mal winced.

“She’s also been stabbed,” Simon continued. “The blade’s still in her—in her hip. It’ll have to be removed surgically, but I can’t do anything while she’s this unstable. She also has a broken nose and a lot of bruising on her head and face. Looks like she got beaten pretty badly. Then there’s—” Simon hesitated.

“What?” Mal prompted.

“There’re signs of sexual activity.” Simon watched Mal’s face carefully as he spoke. “Judging from what I see, not consensual.”

Mal pursed his lips and looked past Simon toward the infirmary.

“Probably rape during the riots. By more than one, I’d say; maybe a bunch.” Simon paused. “Looks like it was pretty brutal,” he finished.

Mal didn’t speak, just continued to stare.

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” Simon said. “Zoë agreed to donate, and I’ve started t