Oct. 9th, 2005

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Mal hates sneaking around his own gorram boat. This particular hatred keeps circling around in his brain as he makes his way toward the infirmary.

The two potions Bar gave him were gone by Saturday morning. Saturday night wasn't a picnic. What makes things more interesting is Mal now gets to hear...things; if he ever knew at all who those things belonged to, he's long since forgotten.

In the infirmary, it doesn't take Mal long to find one of Simon's smoothers. For once, Mal mutters a small thank-you for having an anal-retentive medic on board that orders the cabinets with precision.

One vial in his pocket, and the rest go nice and neat back up in the cabinet. The cabinet door closes, and Mal hears someone walking toward the infirmary door.

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