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F: Three Quarters
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Mal was too stubborn to stay in bed.
"You need to stay in bed and rest for a while," Simon cautioned, adjusting the bandage and putting a hand in the middle of Mal's chest to force him to lay down. Given the right situation he was surprisingly strong, and Mal made an immediate decision not to fight that push just yet. He lay back, awkwardly turning his head to watch Simon moving around the infirmary.
"I want to get up."
Simon shook his head, tidying up a tangle of bandages and putting them away carefully, focusing on what he was doing rather than looking at Mal. "You can do whatever you want to do right from that bed."
"Not even half of it."
The doctor just shook his head again and Mal pushed up into a sitting position -- slowly and carefully enough, at least, though it wasn't the staying still that Simon had ordered. Since when did the medic order his captain around anyway? He got up, carefully, quiet on his bare feet as he snuck up behind Simon and wrapped an arm around him.
"Mal..."
Simon's 'warning note' wasn't very convincing. He sounded equal parts exasperated and glad to feel Mal's arm around him. Mal hugged him close for a minute, until Simon turned and pushed him gently back to the bed. "Just lay down, please, Mal, or you'll injure yourself again."
"At least you said please, I suppose. Are you going to leave me here?"
"You should sleep."
Simon dimmed the lights before he left, closing the infirmary doors carefully behind him. Well. The cheek. Mal pushed himself up, a little less carefully this time. If the doc had done a good job, and no doubt he had, Mal was sure those stitches would last through a whole battle if necessary. And he wasn't exactly planning on anything too strenuous.
He got dressed quickly, wincing a little when he pulled on the wound a little too much, and then padded off to find Simon. It was easy enough to get into Simon's room without him noticing, and Mal prided himself a little on the stealth, considering the fact that he was always a 'shout-your-head-off-madly-and-shoot-like-crazy' type person. It was also easy to slip into bed with Simon, wrapping an arm around him and cuddling close.
"Told you to stay in bed," Simon mumbled, sleepily.
"I am in bed," Mal reminded him, and closed his eyes to pretend he was asleep so that Simon would just settle down and go to sleep and not take him straight back to the infirmary. He heard Simon huff softly, and then felt him settle, snuggling against him.
At least in this bed he could do something more like three quarters of the things he wanted to do.
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Mal was too stubborn to stay in bed.
"You need to stay in bed and rest for a while," Simon cautioned, adjusting the bandage and putting a hand in the middle of Mal's chest to force him to lay down. Given the right situation he was surprisingly strong, and Mal made an immediate decision not to fight that push just yet. He lay back, awkwardly turning his head to watch Simon moving around the infirmary.
"I want to get up."
Simon shook his head, tidying up a tangle of bandages and putting them away carefully, focusing on what he was doing rather than looking at Mal. "You can do whatever you want to do right from that bed."
"Not even half of it."
The doctor just shook his head again and Mal pushed up into a sitting position -- slowly and carefully enough, at least, though it wasn't the staying still that Simon had ordered. Since when did the medic order his captain around anyway? He got up, carefully, quiet on his bare feet as he snuck up behind Simon and wrapped an arm around him.
"Mal..."
Simon's 'warning note' wasn't very convincing. He sounded equal parts exasperated and glad to feel Mal's arm around him. Mal hugged him close for a minute, until Simon turned and pushed him gently back to the bed. "Just lay down, please, Mal, or you'll injure yourself again."
"At least you said please, I suppose. Are you going to leave me here?"
"You should sleep."
Simon dimmed the lights before he left, closing the infirmary doors carefully behind him. Well. The cheek. Mal pushed himself up, a little less carefully this time. If the doc had done a good job, and no doubt he had, Mal was sure those stitches would last through a whole battle if necessary. And he wasn't exactly planning on anything too strenuous.
He got dressed quickly, wincing a little when he pulled on the wound a little too much, and then padded off to find Simon. It was easy enough to get into Simon's room without him noticing, and Mal prided himself a little on the stealth, considering the fact that he was always a 'shout-your-head-off-madly-and-shoot-like-crazy' type person. It was also easy to slip into bed with Simon, wrapping an arm around him and cuddling close.
"Told you to stay in bed," Simon mumbled, sleepily.
"I am in bed," Mal reminded him, and closed his eyes to pretend he was asleep so that Simon would just settle down and go to sleep and not take him straight back to the infirmary. He heard Simon huff softly, and then felt him settle, snuggling against him.
At least in this bed he could do something more like three quarters of the things he wanted to do.