[Firefly] "The Whole Tooth" (PG)
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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for Firefly, Simon+Any, Simon has to take one of the crew's wisdom teeth out.
Usually Kaylee was one of the first up and making breakfast, but this morning, there was no sign of her in the galley.
"Did she let you know she wasn't feeling well and needed a sick day, Captain?" Book asked, with concern.
"News to me if she was feelin' poorly," Mal said, as he and Book tried to whack something together from the colored protein and the canned goods on the shelves
"Did she sneak someone in with her when we docked last night? She seemed a bit scatter-pated yesterday," Jayne asked, leering.
"Doubt she got someone past me," Mal said, darting a Look at Jayne.
" 'Nara's not here, neither: maybe she spendin' time playin' nurse with her," Jayne added, incorrigible.
"Inara had a john to meet: she ain't back yet, but it's early still," Mal said, trying to keep his patience.
"Perhaps I should go and have a look in at her," Simon offered.
"You do that, keep her company," Jayne said, darting an envious leer after Simon, who was only too happy to be quit of the galley and the merc's rude jokes.
Simon found Kaylee on her bunk, curled up, a hot pack under each corner of her jaw. "Hey, are you all right?"
"Toothache, mouth hurts real bad," she moaned.
"Would you like me to take a look?" he offered.
"Yeah," she said, opening her mouth.
He angled her head to catch the light from the ceiling lamp, and gently tugged her jaw open as far as she could. The far corners of her gums looked swollen and red, but the rest of her teeth looked just fine.
"Looks like you have impacted wisdom teeth," he said.
"Is that bad?" she asked, concerned.
"It's not the worst thing that can happen, but those teeth will have to come out," Simon said. "You see, they're trying to grow in, but they're trapped under a thin layer of bone, and if they don't come out, they will get infected and form abscesses and... am I getting too technical?"
"A little. You know what's best, doc," she murmured. "You do what you gotta do, make me better.
"Will it hurt?"
"Well, you'll be at least a week healing afterward, but you can have all the pudding and ice cream I can get you," he promised, with a small smile.
"Sounds like a plan," she said, managing a smile of her own. "Long as you're there to take care a' me."
Usually Kaylee was one of the first up and making breakfast, but this morning, there was no sign of her in the galley.
"Did she let you know she wasn't feeling well and needed a sick day, Captain?" Book asked, with concern.
"News to me if she was feelin' poorly," Mal said, as he and Book tried to whack something together from the colored protein and the canned goods on the shelves
"Did she sneak someone in with her when we docked last night? She seemed a bit scatter-pated yesterday," Jayne asked, leering.
"Doubt she got someone past me," Mal said, darting a Look at Jayne.
" 'Nara's not here, neither: maybe she spendin' time playin' nurse with her," Jayne added, incorrigible.
"Inara had a john to meet: she ain't back yet, but it's early still," Mal said, trying to keep his patience.
"Perhaps I should go and have a look in at her," Simon offered.
"You do that, keep her company," Jayne said, darting an envious leer after Simon, who was only too happy to be quit of the galley and the merc's rude jokes.
Simon found Kaylee on her bunk, curled up, a hot pack under each corner of her jaw. "Hey, are you all right?"
"Toothache, mouth hurts real bad," she moaned.
"Would you like me to take a look?" he offered.
"Yeah," she said, opening her mouth.
He angled her head to catch the light from the ceiling lamp, and gently tugged her jaw open as far as she could. The far corners of her gums looked swollen and red, but the rest of her teeth looked just fine.
"Looks like you have impacted wisdom teeth," he said.
"Is that bad?" she asked, concerned.
"It's not the worst thing that can happen, but those teeth will have to come out," Simon said. "You see, they're trying to grow in, but they're trapped under a thin layer of bone, and if they don't come out, they will get infected and form abscesses and... am I getting too technical?"
"A little. You know what's best, doc," she murmured. "You do what you gotta do, make me better.
"Will it hurt?"
"Well, you'll be at least a week healing afterward, but you can have all the pudding and ice cream I can get you," he promised, with a small smile.
"Sounds like a plan," she said, managing a smile of her own. "Long as you're there to take care a' me."
