“Look what’s inside here,” Jayne said, leading them through the lock. He walked several steps into the cargo bay and stopped. “There was some blood here. Just a little. I got a sample to take back to Simon. Find out if it’s Wash’s. Probably came from whatever wound that dart fell out of. There’s more in here.” He led them to the ship’s infirmary, where they stopped, slackjawed, staring at the well-equipped operating suite. The setup fairly screamed Alliance.
-- Wish I Was Somebody Else, ch. 5/26 by nauticalgal