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[Sickbay] -- [Open to All!]

Oct 20, 2009 12:06

The room he had been put into was dimly lit and stifling. The dim lighting was highly preferred to the brilliant white of sickbay proper, but it felt like it was closing in on him. Thanks to Spock, or so he was fairly sure he had told his request to, the drugs keeping his brain from functioning had been taken away or at least decreased severely ( Read more... )

sickbay, sometimes the captain is human, doctor/patient file, fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck, not so boldly going, may or may not be dreaming

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original_fine October 20 2009, 16:29:00 UTC

Jim, refreshed and reunited with Spock, made his way to sickbay.

He had broken the link with his younger counterpart, the divorce curiously uncomfortable though he had buried that in Spock moments later. But he needed to know how Jim was doing. He had told him he'd be there. And he was. Now he knew, knew for certain that they were connected. He was no longer funneling his own energy into that connection, nor receiving feedback. For which he was grateful. But that wasn't all he could do.

He was admitted to Jim's room, his nose wrinkling with the accumulated memories and associations of sickbay. Jim looked too small, his skin marred all over, his body weak and helpless-looking in the bed. Jim didn't like seeing him this way--it was too close, now, to seeing himself. But he smiled as he entered, moving into Jim's line of site.

"Jim," he said warmly, quietly.

kirktastic October 20 2009, 16:41:57 UTC

Kirk shifted his head and looked to Jim, and gave a slow smile. Jim. He reached out with his hand - right, the left was hating on him - and focused as much as he could. It had been easier with Spock, their minds passing back and forth information.

As far as he knew, he hadn't said a word since waking up that first time.

original_fine October 20 2009, 16:56:48 UTC

Jim's smile broadened and he stepped forward, taking Kirk's hand gently in his own. It felt too cold.

"I'm here," he said softly, in his eyes all the love that had surrounded their joining in that curious dream-space.

kirktastic October 20 2009, 17:02:37 UTC

Jim felt as warm as he always did. Hell, that smile was as smooth as honey and potent as whiskey and it made his own smile grow. He licked his lips and tugged Jim's hand up to his face, leaning slightly against it. The black marks of the tattoo were still scabbed over partly, ugly but striking at the same time.

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just_uhura October 21 2009, 00:08:37 UTC

Nyota hated sickbay. Despite that fact that so many of her friends worked there, she avoided it as best she could. Being left as the senior officer on the Bridge simply gave her an excuse to stay away, to assure herself that she was doing her job, doing what he would have wanted. Protect his ship and his crew.

Still, as she hovered in the doorway, looking over at Kirk, she couldn't help but feel a wave of undeniable guilt that it had taken her this long to work up the courage to visit. Her mind ran through all kinds of things to say. How was she supposed to react? Should she fall into their easy routine of banter and provocation, what they knew? Or should she treat him exactly how he looked; broken and bruised, and utterly exhausted ( ... )

kirktastic October 21 2009, 00:51:41 UTC

Kirk tilted his head, blinking very slowly at Uhura. It took a long moment before realizing just who it was, and he tried to offer a smile despite how angry he felt. He reached over and picked up the padd, staring down at it before writing,

Sorry, beautiful.

The scabbing was ugly, black, words. He didn't know the extent of it, but after Jim left, he had stared at the mark on the back of his left hand for a long time.

just_uhura October 21 2009, 01:14:10 UTC

For a moment her gaze slid down, following the curling script, the ugly black of those marks that she had the illogical urge to kiss away. But she stayed where she was, eyes flicking back up to read what he had scribbled on the PADD.

"I'm too exhausted to stay mad at you," she assured him with a bright smile, just a little forced. She glanced around, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried to figure out what to say next. "I'm sorry," she settled for, "that I didn't come earlier. I wanted-- I needed to make sure everyone got back. Do my job. And then I thought you'd need to rest."

kirktastic October 21 2009, 01:31:58 UTC

Kirk watched her silently for several long moments, then shook his head just slightly.

You don't have to BS anything for me. He wrote calmly, despite his shaking handwriting. He could feel it, almost, like a taste to her voice. It was... confusing.

The neurological levels above his head rose slightly.

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ephram_green October 22 2009, 00:19:46 UTC

He needed to know that the rightful Captain was actually on board the ship. Maybe just for his own peace of mind. This was the Admiralty's Golden Boy, the savior of Earth, the youngest Captain in Starfleet. Ephram had to see for himself that this James T. Kirk was an actual person after all that.

So. Sickbay. The scents were familiar as in nearly every medical bay everywhere: sterilization chemicals, clean linens, people in various amounts of pain. Universal smells.

He made an educated guess that led him to the semi-private rooms closest to the CMO's office. Only the best and closest proximity to care for the Captain, right?

And there he was. The man was so...young. And in ugly shape, though Ephram knew a lot of that appearance was only cosmetic. The black lines of...were those tattoos? Good God, those must have hurt. Ephram flexed his own hand in unconscious sympathy, imagining how that ugly ink was driven beneath the skin. What sort of evil had been done to this boy ( ... )