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F: Lament
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Simon has already chosen his tools. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
It's such a long way to the infirmary.
It's never seemed so long before, in fact. Simon has already chosen his tools: adrenaline for himself and for Mal, syringes of midazolam and fentanyl for their assailants. He refuses to think about River, fighting for her life; refuses to think of Mal, cold and pale and still, perhaps dead; can't think of Zoe, bleeding from the head and yet still standing, still shooting. Jayne, left behind: perhaps alive, perhaps not. Kaylee, locked away in one of the shuttles, trapped. He limps toward the infirmary, and tries not to think about his blood, his life, spilling out. He can't go any faster.
The infirmary is such a long way away. It's never seemed so far before.
Adrenaline, midazolam, fentanyl. River, Mal, Zoe. Jayne. Kaylee. In the back of his head, it's already a soft chant, a lament for the dead. His awkward, hobbling steps match the relentless rhythm of it.
Simon. River. Mal. Zoe. Jayne. Kaylee.
It's never seemed so far...
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Simon has already chosen his tools. For
fic_on_demand.It's such a long way to the infirmary.
It's never seemed so long before, in fact. Simon has already chosen his tools: adrenaline for himself and for Mal, syringes of midazolam and fentanyl for their assailants. He refuses to think about River, fighting for her life; refuses to think of Mal, cold and pale and still, perhaps dead; can't think of Zoe, bleeding from the head and yet still standing, still shooting. Jayne, left behind: perhaps alive, perhaps not. Kaylee, locked away in one of the shuttles, trapped. He limps toward the infirmary, and tries not to think about his blood, his life, spilling out. He can't go any faster.
The infirmary is such a long way away. It's never seemed so far before.
Adrenaline, midazolam, fentanyl. River, Mal, Zoe. Jayne. Kaylee. In the back of his head, it's already a soft chant, a lament for the dead. His awkward, hobbling steps match the relentless rhythm of it.
Simon. River. Mal. Zoe. Jayne. Kaylee.
It's never seemed so far...