Surprisingly your ship seems to still be in one piece. Who'd a thunk? And you're not even alone! Even better!

Your eyelids flicker. You can feel something laid lightly over them. Slowly one eye creeks open. All you can see is dark red. You panic briefly and then realise that it's just fabric. Close examination would show that it's Sirona's bandana. Apparently someone cared enough to make sure that you didn't wake up with med-bay lights shining in your eyes. Or they completely forgot about it.
Distantly you can hear voices. After a few more seconds you can start to make out hushed whispers.
"Rhian, will you stop asking that? It's bordering on creepy now."
"Oh come on! I just want to take one quick look!"
"No. Seriously no. And if you keep asking, I'm grabbing my shotgun and loading it with the rock salt shells."
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
"She would."
... What the hell are they talking about?
"You saw the way he fought Ri'Gor! Only a guy trying way too hard to overcompensate for something would fight that hard!"
EXCUSE ME?!?!
"Okay Rhian, you're banned from the med-bay. Out."
"Oh come on!"
"Out!"
You hear whining and then the sound of footsteps plodding away.
"You know if he doesn't wake up soon, she's gonna wait till you're asleep and then sneak in right?"
"I know."
"And you'll really shoot her if she does?"
"I will."
Okay you've eavesdropped enough. Nice as it would be to catch up on some normal sleep; minus heavy ****, you'd rather not have to worry about gunshot wounds on your ship. Especially when the reason is a woman wanting to look at your junk. You raise your hand sluggishly to your face and lift up the bandana, keeping your eyes squinted and speak up "And I'll have you know, I'm definitely not overcompensating for that."
Rebel answers without realizing the who that statement came from "Undercompensating more like, but-" Instantly she snaps round, her face blanching and Sirona rushes over to the bed while she tries to recover.
"Finally you're awake!" She grabs the bandana and pulls it off your head, quickly wrapping it back over her hair "I can never sleep properly without this" She pauses and looks down briefly with a slightly embarrassed look on her face "I mean... I'm glad you're awake."
You grin at Rebel and wink "Undercompensating huh?"
She glares and begins running a hand over your upper chest, lightly probing at the faded bruises "Think about the words that come out of your mouth very carefully for a while." She continues her examination for a few minutes and you use the chance to find out what happened while you were ****.

So far you've been out for three days, been under constant threat of molestation from Rhian, missed a quickly escalating prank war between Garge, Veranis and Barracuda, which so far has resulted in the lose of 2 bottles of good moonshine, 1 bottle of whisky (You thank whatever deity might be listening that it wasn't from your VERY expensive personal stash) and about half a crate of emergency rations. Rebel is quick to assure that nothing from the ship's engine or cockpit was used. In appreciation for the show you put on with Ri'Gor however, Rhian and Barracuda have been working on your shuttle, repairing the damage that it took during your rescue mission and even managed to rework the mini turrets to lesson any chances of overheating. Even better, the ship is only about twelve hours from Hephaestus and, barring any sudden catastrophes, you'll be pocketing your bonus in no time.

Finally Rebel declares you healed and begins putting her kit away. Relieved you hop out of bed "Where are my clothes by the way?"
"Fresh jeans and shirt on the chair behind you."
You pull them on rapidly and then move up behind Rebel and tap her on the shoulder "Hey Reb? Thanks for fixing me up."
You notice her hands stop moving and the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips "You're welcome Derr."
She turns around and raises a fist. You laugh and bump it cheerfully with your own and walk out heading for the cockpit.