I'm so proud of myself...I got this written two days after the first part. A new record for me. Obviously I don't own any of the characters, and am just torturing them for my own amusement and that of my lovely viewers.Enjoy ^^

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After administrating Kaylee with the medicine the way that Simon had told him to, Mal walked back to his own room and lay down staring at the ceiling, just thinking. It was a well known fact that Mal was protective of his crew, especially Kaylee. Everyone was. She was the little sister of them all, which was why if someone messed with her, there would be at least two guns situated on the perpetrator and angry glares from everyone else. Because of this fact, and Kaylee’s unassuming disposition, Mal had taken to the older brother role she had placed upon him, and with this new information in his mind, he could not help but feel as though he had failed her in some way. He knew that there was nothing he could have done, just like he had told Kaylee that there was nothing she could have done, but knowing that never stopped the guilt. Besides the guilt, there was the fact that Mal did not know how to help her. He knew that River was right in that Kaylee needed to deal with this by herself, but it pained him to think of the ever smiling, bubbly mechanic coping with something that no person should ever have to cope with, something that he personally didn’t know if Kaylee would know how to deal with. Sighing as he stared at the ceiling, Mal could only hope that nothing else drastic would happen for a long time.

In the infirmary, Simon was putting supplies away while River swung her legs back and forth, having come back from her trip to her room to get into pajamas.

“The mind can’t heal if the body doesn’t rest” Simon sighed as he looked at his sister.

“But she is resting. The medicine that Mal gave Kaylee is intended for her to do just that.”

“It won’t wor.k He will haunt her until he is dead.” After saying that, River got up and headed to her room, leaving S