“Take it easy Jayne, your body is going to need time to heal. The drugs I used to treat you will have weakened your immune system, and caused some muscle deterioration.”

Jayne swung his legs over the side of the exam table, “I feel fine Doc.” He felt like shit but damned if he’d admit it to top three percent standin’ over lookin’ all ‘gee I’m so smart…I saved your sorry life again.’ He should feel grateful, but his head ached, throat was raw, damn muscles were tight and weak. Felt like he got caught in a fair fight, an’ ruttin’ lost.

Zoe leaned casually against the door to the infirmary, arms folded, “Is he giving you any trouble Simon?”

“Not likely, he’s as weak as a baby. I could take him with one arm behind my back.” Simon said as he busied himself packing away vials of medicine.

“Ya feelin’ lucky Doc?” Jayne said sourly as he stretched his shoulders, a challenge in his eyes. Sure Simon was a little blurry in that damn white coat against the white walls of the infirmary. So what, there was two of him. He’d hit ‘em both.

“Jayne, you do realize that Simon just saved your life, right?” Zoe’s condemning look, fuzzy, but unmistakable deflated some of his irritation.

“I think for the first time I may have second thoughts about saving a patient.” Simon stared at his hands a shadow of self-loathing twitching across his face.

“Well, I weren’t gonna hurt him or nothin’…well not too bad.”

Simon sneered safely across the room.

Zoe cocked her head at Jayne.

He groaned, “Awright, come ‘ere Doc, you did save my life…so ahhh, gimme me a hug.”

“Are you insane?”

Zoe looked at Simon out of the corner of her eye, “Did he hit his head?”

“No, but there was the no oxygen thing…” Simon said backing out of the infirmary when it looked like Jayne was going to try to hug him. He slipped past Zoe and bolted down the hall.

Zoe’s dimples softened her face, “Why do you pick on Simon? He’s saved your life and patched you up more times than I can count.”

“Hell, it’s just too easy.”

He cl