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[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

*Caroline walks into the clinic and runs her fingers through her hair, not entirely sure what to do.
Sitting awkwardly against a table she pulled out her notes from journalism, not expecting anything to interrupt her revision*

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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

Monday evening

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna sets up shop at the clinic. Her usual platter of lemon bars is balanced on one pile of books and the stack of stickers. She is rather please to see that her pencils are still stuck in the ceiling.