Firefly: Bed Rest

Mal/Jayne

Rated M for adult situations and language

Translations are located at the end of the story.

By Tyloric

“Gorramit!” Jayne growled, angrily. “I can’t take this no more!” He yelled and started to sit up from Mal’s bunk.

Mal, who was sitting in a chair right next to his bunk reading a book, grabbed him by the back of his shirt, “And just where do you think you’re going?” he asked, pulling him back down to the bed a bit more roughly than he had meant to, “Doc, said get some bed rest.”

Jayne groaned loudly, irritated. “Hwun dan!”

Mal just continued skimming through the novel in his hands, “Face it, Jayne. You’re with me tonight.”

“I’ve been stuck’n this gorram bunk for three ruttin’ days. I’m goin’ stir crazy here, Mal!” desperation in his voice, flailing his left arm out in emphasis.

He glance over at the mercenary, “Jayne, you got shot in three places, your gut, arm and shin. I doubt you’d be able to make it up the gorram ladder, let alone walk around.” He leaned over, getting right in Jayne’s face, “Dong ma?”

Jayne’s eyes hardened a bit, his face turning up into a scowl, “But-“

“Doc’s orders; two weeks at least. It was hard enough getting your ass down here cause you were to gorram stupid to stay in the infirmary.” Mal waved a dismissive hand at him.

Jayne let out another low, frustrated growl before crossing his arms, turning his head to look away from the captain. He still had eleven more days then. This was just some twisted sort of hell, that’s what it was. Two weeks of not moving or working out would kill him before these gorram bullet wounds would.

They sat there for quite a few minutes without saying anything, Jayne pouting, Mal continuing to read his book. It wasn’t a terribly interesting story, though. He’d borrowed it from Kaylee and was just using it for these times when Jayne was insufferable. Some sort of romance; he wasn’t paying close attention to the words to be honest.

“Ya know this is all your fault, right?” he muttered accusingly.