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[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

//my eyes are open. Im sure my eyes are open. where am I? Howd I get here? Why is there a troupe of reavers in my head? OK, blurry light, blurry light is better then no light, which is better then dark, which is... gorram it. That dont make sense. All right, so, fuzzy light, bed that aint mine and body heat thats small and furry. furry, and blue? No, that was big, and naked, no, that was me. I think Im naked...cant move, feel weight.. bright blurry light, all right. Im alone, cant talk, cant ask.. why wont my mouth work...whered Sheldon go? Whyd Phebes leave, again. George, wanna go out with George, but I new I had to do this, what was this? I dont remember...//

Jayne attempts to sit up, and fails, falling back on the cot crying out in head and body pain, His eyes fly open and he looks around wildly, desperately. It takes him a few moments to realize that hes in an approximation of a med lab, a place he hates to be. He moves to pull the IV out, but finds that movement is simply too painful.

The Package... where is the package?

He looks around, hoping to see *anybody* who can tell him where his pants are

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[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

((Dude! What the hell did Jayne get up to last night?))

[sensethevisions]

((What happened?))

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::was sleeping with his head on his arms at a desk::

::starts awake when Jayne yells and yawns::

It's about time you woke up.

::walks over::

Leave the IV alone. You're badly dehydrated and need the fluids.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*comes in, out of breath* Jayne...

((ooc: And writer is off to work. Back at 9:30-ish Eastern.))

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George paused just outside the doorway, her breath catching in her throat when she sees Jayne sprawled inelegantly on the cot, with Hank fussing over his IV and Bagoas standing over him with a look of panic. She'd heard through the grapevine that Jayne was in a bad way, and thought to come tease him. Well. That's out. she thinks to herself, ignoring the fact that what she was feeling was remarkably like jealousy. Looks like he already has enough admirers. I'm sure Elizabeth is already on her way.

Without a word, she begins to back out slowly, hoping that no one notices her exit. Oh, well. Dinner dates are highly overrated, anyway.

About 11:00 AM

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::walks in with another bag of clothes::

Here you go, Jayne. Have you been discharged yet?