A fetal monitor was a necessity.

He’d done all that he could using the tools that he had.

But he was a trauma surgeon.

Not an obstetrician!

Granted he’d learned about it.

It was a part of any medical training, but he’d never thought he would deal with it.

He’d been doing a lot of research lately about it.

The constant nausea worried him.

So did the size.

He suspected that one of the side effects of the fertility drug he’d used had come into play.

But he couldn’t be sure.

Not with the equipment he had.

He needed a fetal monitor.

If it was what he thought it was.

If she had more than one baby in there he would need to monitor them and her regularly.

Which meant that simply stopping at a hospital (which Mal wouldn’t agree too anyway) was not a solution.

He needed a fetal monitor.

They didn’t have enough to pay for one.

Not that he would have bought it if they did.

Out here money was a scarce commodity.

One he hesitated to waste on a machine they needed for the one pregnancy.

Best to steal it.

He smiled, who’d have thought that he’d have come to this?

Shrugging he went to find Jayne.

If there was stealing to be done, he was exactly what was needed.

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“Lemme get this straight, you want me to steal a fatal whatsit for you?”

“Fetal Monitor, as you perfectly well know. I know you aren’t as stupid as you pretend to be. No one can be that stupid. And yes I want you to steal one, but for Zoe not me.”

Jayne grinned; he loved yanking the Doc’s chain “Its best not to go insulting a fellow as you want to do sum’ thin for ya.”

He watched the Doc’s face scrunch up, then stopped him before he could start saying whatever it was he meant to be saying “Don’t get your underwear in a wad Doc, what have ya got in mind?”

As the Doc outlined the plan he smiled, maybe Mal should let the Doc help with the planning. He was real good at it, maybe things ‘uld go the way they were supposed to then.

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