The funny thing was Malcolm Reynolds didn't remember nodding off. Being on the run constantly meant constantly being alert, and while that meant when he crashed, he crashed, this just wasn't one of those days. Didn't feel tired. Mal would just give anyone accusing him otherwise a look, and proceed to remind them they had somewhere better to be.
Apparently his body had other ideas.
He woke up face down in a puddle of I don't even want to know what this gorram F'n Zse is, trying to cough and-
Wait-
The first sign of things being very very wrong was when Mal went to try and cough, and...it was as if for an instant he'd been utterly paralyzed, his mind completely detached from his body. Yes, he felt his body move in the action he wanted it to, felt himself cough, felt his body begin to crawl free of whatever excretion Stacy had coated herself in this time, but all of it felt wrong, as if it was happening to someone else. Even his voice sounded wrong, utterly unlike how he had ever sounded in his life.
Finally, though, he seemed to break through whatever wall there was, at least long enough to say, "Go Hwong Tong! What the hell is it this time?"
Re: [Crichton and Mal]
Apparently his body had other ideas.
He woke up face down in a puddle of I don't even want to know what this gorram F'n Zse is, trying to cough and-
Wait-
The first sign of things being very very wrong was when Mal went to try and cough, and...it was as if for an instant he'd been utterly paralyzed, his mind completely detached from his body. Yes, he felt his body move in the action he wanted it to, felt himself cough, felt his body begin to crawl free of whatever excretion Stacy had coated herself in this time, but all of it felt wrong, as if it was happening to someone else. Even his voice sounded wrong, utterly unlike how he had ever sounded in his life.
Finally, though, he seemed to break through whatever wall there was, at least long enough to say, "Go Hwong Tong! What the hell is it this time?"