The Universe's Mixer

Wash had been quietly thankful that upon arriving at the hospital that Simon didn't look at all surprised to see that he was, in fact, alive. He was equally happy to find out that all the preliminary tests and scans that he'd so patiently went through were coming back negative as far as serious injury went. While he wasn't so pleased to be kept in a hospital bed overnight for 'observation', there had been one saving grace to all of this. As Wash stirred awake by the warming of the morning light spilling in from his window, that saving grace was so faithfully sitting there at his bedside.

A warm tray of hospital food.

Don't get him wrong, he loved his wife. And while she wasn't in the hospital room at this exact moment, she'd been there with him through the majority of his time there; out of love and perhaps a little out of guilt since she was the one who landed him in there. Oh, but hospital food. It wasn't artificially created, it wasn't pressed into some food-like shape. He reached over to draw the rolling bed-tray over to settle over his lap. Wash picked the cover up off of the plastic tray and set it aside to reveal his breakfast.

Reheated waffles, slightly burnt sausage links, slices of orange, a small carton of milk and an odd favorite he'd discovered from his meal the evening before. "Ooooh..It's my little, brightly colored, jiggly friend again.." He commented to himself as he picked up the clear plastic cup of strawberry jello. "I don't know what you are, but the fact that you're apparently served with every meal is making this new place very promising."