Kaylee spasmed as Simon applied the electro-shock to her chest on either side of her silent heart. His hands shook, shook with fear. His hands shook. But not as badly as his mind was shaken. His love, bleeding away her life beneath his practiced hands. These hands that couldn't save her... these hands that had killed her. The gun had been out of her hands. She had never been good in a fight. Niska had pulled the trigger... but he had aimed the gun. It had been an accident... but it had killed her. Still was killing her. The equipment she was hooked up to wailed at him, screeching her demise to him with cruel, long notes. He yelled "CLEAR" into the air before putting down the shockers again on either side of her deathly quiet heart. For a single, dreadful moment, nothing happened. Then, a tone. A slow, steady rythum beat a tatoo into the silence abounding around them. Simon leaned back and breathed a sigh of relief. *** Almost an hour later, Simon stood over her, triumphant, cradeling the bullet that had nearly taken her from him. But he couldn't really blame it. It was just a bloody piece of lead. Niska had pulled the trigger. He had aimed the gun. He let himself relax, just a little. Tentatively, Inara came over, from where she had been outside the room, watching her friends life hang in the balance. Where they all had been. Her regular silks were tattered and worn from the days past Hell. "Is... will she be alright?" Simon sighed at the room in general. "I think so. She-" Suddenly, the moniter screamed at him, mockingly heralding to him Kaylee's demise with brazen notes. Simon rushed to her side, ripping open her shirt. Propiety be damned, she was dying! Swiftly, he found the culprit. A slight discoloration of her chest, almost like a bruise in look. Looks can kill. Her left ventrical was bleeding away her lifeblood into her chest. No time. No time left. He cut open her chest, close to her heart. This would kill her or save her. Had to stopper the flow. Have to- *** Okay, so I have two ways to go from here: The fluffy way (she lives), or the angsty way (she dies). Since I couldn't decide which way I wanna go, I will just do both! Part A-Fluff. Part B-Angst. Enjoy the ensuing shinyness, next time it comes 'round. Happy trails! (And, if I haven't stressed it enough... LEAVE SOME GORRAM REVIEWS!!!!!!!! Thanks in advance, lol!)

-Danny