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[badinlatin]

There is much internal debate at the moment as to whether it is better to not feel anything yet sound like an imbicile, or to be able to talk, but feel like you have a hole in your gut big enough to keep a hankie in there.

Right now, for Mal, option A is winning. Too bad option B is reality.

He's sitting up, more or less. Making conversation. Might as well make good entertainment for folk.

[ooc: General visitations post.]

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[creator_raven]

Eventually there is someone sitting next to him.

Someone in a ragged black coat.

It might be a familiar someone.



"Mal."

Headtilt.

"Most of you is working right, I hope?"

[badinlatin]

A stifled sort of laugh, and Mal sits up straighter.

"So Simon tells me. Wèi, Niao."

[creator_raven]

Twitch.



"It is not so bad a day, perhaps."

[badinlatin]

No more laughter, stifled or no.

"Didn't say that."

Mal's shirtless, take THAT Joss Whedon, but his blanket covers the wound to the stomach which caused him to take up a bed in the infirmary in the first place.

[creator_raven]

Raven tilts his head.

"You are breathing, yes?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Mal has two more visitors. They're both female, they're both older than he is... but that's just about where the similarities end. For example, the shorter, younger-looking one looks like she is contemplating the pros and cons of blowing him up, and is currently carrying the means to do so.
"Mal, tell me, is it just your special talent t'constantly need medical attention, or do you actually try at it? Who'd y'piss of this time?" Yes, she has already reached the conclusion that this was not an accident.

No one is that accident-prone.

[badinlatin]

Mal says nothing for a moment, his eyes not having focused yet on the second older woman in the room.

"Hi to you too, Dorothy," Mal says weakly, and without any humor at all.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

... That really wasn't a good thing to start off with.

"Wot, am I next on the list? 'Cause y'makin' a decent..." She starts, growling.

[realmrsreynolds]

A timid hand to Ace's elbow from the other woman in the room.

Sallie hadn't seen what was wrong with Mal at first, and only just now caught sight of the sterile bandage covering a part of Mal's stomach on the left.

"Oh honey."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Someone who's received a note at the bar peeks around the curtain surrounding Mal's bed. He doesn't want to disturb him if he's sleeping.

"Mal?"

[badinlatin]

No sleep for...someone. Mal forgets the cliché.

"Jack? Wei - what's goin' on?"

Mal covers up a bit, but not overly. Too much effort.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack quickly looks Mal up and down; he looks like hell, but at least he's awake and talking. "I'm not sure you should be asking me--I got a note from the bar saying you'd been injured."

He manages a wry smile, though the faint worry lines on his forehead don't disappear. "You really should leave the death-defying antics to the ex-federal agents in the bar."

[badinlatin]

Mal doesn't respond, just begins to look around somewhat frantically for...something.

He looks scared.

[guppy_sandhu]

[ooc: Sorry about that, didn't realise :)]

Guppy is passing in the direction of the office when he notices Mal is awake.

"Hello Mal, can I get you anything?"

[badinlatin]

"No, Guppy - no worries. 'Tween all the folk comin' through here, I think I'm set up for a fair while."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy nods. "That's good to know. How are you feeling?"

[badinlatin]

Vaguely cranky, "Like I got shot."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe stops in, knocking on one of the poles supporting the curtain.

"Mal?"

[badinlatin]

"Mmm. Sharpe."

This is as amicable as any other sort of response.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"What happened to you, then?"

[badinlatin]

Mal stares incredulously at Sharpe, then down at Mal's own side.

"Got shot."

[simon_doctor]

It's a little later. There's been sleep. There may have been food of some kind.

And now there's a doctor.

"How're you feeling?"

[badinlatin]

Mal immediately sits up straighter at Simon's entrance.

"Better."

[simon_doctor]

"That's good. You should be able to get up within the next day or two."

Simon hesitates, in the middle of the floor.

"I, ah ..."

[badinlatin]

Wide eyes, waiting.

"Yeah, Doc?"