"Isn't proper to run on fumes and get his crew nearly killed on more than one occasion, but he never had a problem with that before." Simon didn't look up. He couldn't. The name didn't mean much other than it had happened after the beagles, and Simon knew nothing about that. His hands softened in how they treated his patient, but that was really all that changed.
"It's not as bad as it looks. You've lost blood, but we can take care of that. Stitches will be required." This was where he should have made some comment about scars being sexy or something, but he didn't. "I'll get someone in for sutures and put you on ivs. It's not as advanced here, but we should have you on your feet soon."
As he said the last bit, he stepped away and started pulling off the gloves. He finally looked at her, sad almost, and not at all understanding.
"I'm sorry, Kaylee, but I had nothing to do with Miranda. I am not that Simon. I wasn't even there when River saved the day. I wish I had been there, maybe. If I understand how serious it got, perhaps not. To see people die and hurt like that...I'm sorry." He turned as if to leave, but stopped at a phone, calling in what Ms. Frye would need. "We'll want to keep you for observation. I'll stop by to make sure you're looked after properly."