"No one is leaving the apartment for the next 24 hours unless we need something. No one is running for at least two days, barring Casey. He's the most fit. Wash isn't gonna be let out of his bed for at least five days, he is not look'n good." The tricorder was pinging unhappy little bleeps at him the longer he scanned and patched up their fearless leader. "We're gonna order in for dinner tonight. Pick whatever you want, I got enough from the clinic to cover it."

They could get as fancy as they wanted or as awful. He wouldn't care. No judgement tonight. They'd more than earned a little comfort food and he didn't rightly feel like cooking. Maybe a pie. He'd see what they had that he could make into a pie. "Drink your water Casey-"

"First rule of a knife fight is you're gonna get cut." He rattled it off without thinking, going back over one of the deeper lacerations on Wash's shoulder. "So please tell me you're not all that well versed in it yourself."