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Leave me a drabble of backstory. It can be about anyone -- one of your characters, one of mine, someone else's, no-one's. Anyone. Then I'll write one for you.

Resurrecting the meme because I'm restless and want to write something. If you're not in the mood to write me something you can just comment, I guess.

I make no guarantees how long my headache will allow me to be awake, of course.


For those who need to know, probably 2.30/3 tonight.

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I am your special stunt Sweeney

[agonistes]

She was somebody's sister.

That was the thought that hit him as he stepped into the infirmary after talking to the captain, after making sure that River was

(still there, not going away)

asleep.

Somebody's sister, maybe -- probably -- and definitely somebody's daughter, of course somebody's daughter, but Simon didn't like thinking about his parents nowadays. It made him angry, and -- when he'd admit it to himself -- sad.

The mechanic (he heard her name in the captain's voice, in the Companion's voice, too, Kaylee, a little-girl name, a name for your xiao meimei) was asleep. Her eyelids looked bruised in the shadow-filled light. That was something he'd have to work on in the coming days -- and just that there were days that would be coming, when they'd be safe --

He shook his head, turned his back on her, started rifling through the drawers. The pain meds would be wearing off soon, and she'd been moved too much today. Patients were supposed to stay still after they'd been --

"Doctor?"

His shoulders tightened up again; he was being observed. Her voice was sleepy, muzzy, maybe she wouldn't even remember this at all -- but he was being observed.

"Yes?" He went to her, aware at some level of his split lip, his rolled-up sleeves, his undone collar, at how unprofessional he looked -- but the rest of the world was turned upside down. There was no reason he shouldn't be either.

"I -- " The mechanic's head turned to look at the secondary bed. "Is she okay?"

Simon's shoulders dropped, and a sigh escaped him before he could stop himself. "She's asleep right now." And again, before he could stop himself -- "I'm -- I'm sorry. For -- "

For what? 'For getting you shot?' You can't say that.

" -- for everything," he finished. "For...all of this."

"Hey." Her hand lifted, and it was painfully obvious that she'd been drugged; her hand moved as though it were forcing its way through something gelatinous. Her hand lifted, and dropped on top of his. "It's okay. Things...happen."

River's eyes used to be that wide. Used to be that trusting.

Somebody's sister.

Simon swallowed, and turned back to the open drawer. "I'm...guessing you're in a little pain."