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Chapter 1

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"If you don't hold still, this is only going to hurt more." Simon said to his squirming patient.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'd be likely to enjoy that Doc." Jayne responded cradling his hand.

"Jayne, really, it's just a splinter."

"Well, it might just be a splinter to you, but it's got to be 2 inches long, and since when is wood a danger on this ship? I thought it was all metal."

"The dining room table, has rarely been seen as an immediate threat to the safety of my crew." Mal leaned against the sick-bay doors eyeing Jayne in the chair.

Simon pinned down Jayne's hand, and carefully extracted the centimeter long sliver of wood. He rinsed the pin prick with some salinated water. "I think this is going to need stitches."

"Stitches??" Jayne nearly squeaked, and pulled his hand back looking at the void where the splinter once was. Mal and Simon started laughing. "You might think this is real funny, but when it's you with a piece of that table juttin' out of yer hand, I'll be the one laughing!" Jayne said as he got off of the chair, affixed his orange knit hat and charged past Mal. "I'll be in my bunk."

"Captain, I've been meaning to seek you out. I need to discuss something with you." Simon said while cleaning up the tools of his trade. As Mal walked into the bay, Simon closed the doors.

"What's on your mind? River being crazy again?"

"No, River seems to be, adjusting, since her encounter with that bounty hunter, she's been a bit better. It's not her. It's more like what's not in my supplies."

"Pardon?"

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