The Last Spartan – Chapter Six

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River met them at the airlock, laughing at her brother’s inebriated state. So humored was she, that she failed to note the apprehension swirling about the mercenary.

“Look what the cat drug in,” she giggled. Simon smiled a lazy, drunken smile.

“Hi,” he said. “Waash ya doin’, mei mei?”

“I’m waiting for Jayne to bring you home, ge ge,” she laughed, slipping an arm around her brother. “You seem to have met a drink you liked.”

“Good shuff,” Simon said firmly, though slurred. “Need to gesh shome more.”

“Think you’ve had enough for tonight, Doc,” Jayne pointed out.

“You pro’ly right, Jayne ole buddy,” Simon smiled up at him. “Gotta be fresh ina mornin’ anywaysh. Gotta get workin’ on you. Find out whysh you don’t. . .hic. . .scuesh me. . .don’t get sick, any. We gon’ be famoush, Jayne, ole pal. You’ shee. Ima shmart doc’or. Ain’ I mei mei? Tell him how shmart I am. Top th. . .hic. . .scuesh me. . .three pershent.”

“You’re very smart, Simon,” River agreed with a grin. “But you need to rest for a while. Sleep off your night out.”

“Yeah. But ina mornin’ Jayne, wan’ yoush down to tha ‘firm’ry. Need to run shome teshs on you, buddy. Find out ‘bout you shome. ‘Kay?”

“You say so, Doc,” Jayne nodded, more to humor him than anything else. There was no way that was gonna happen. He was surprised that the doc hadn’t caught on before now. Apparently there’d never been a reason to look for anything odd before.

“Are you sick, Jayne?” River asked, concerned.

“He ain’ never. . .hic. . .scuesh me, never sick, mei mei,” Simon answered before Jayne could. “An’ I wanna know why ‘at is. Right Jayne?”

“Right, Doc,” Jayne laughed. “Ain’t never sick.” He looked at River and shrugged. “Hell if I know.” He hoped she bought it.

She didn’t, but could tell that Jayne didn’t want to discuss it.

“Come, Simon, time for bed,” sh