RP LOG: Jim Kirk; Christine Chapel [OPEN/INCOMPLETE]

[jimtiberiuskirk]

WHO: Christine Chapel; Jim Kirk (OPEN/INCOMPLETE)
WHAT: Kirk relies on Chris's talented hands. Y'know. To treat his cut.
WHEN: After taking off from the starbase.
WARNINGS: None as of yet.

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[jimtiberiuskirk]

Well, didn't that just suck. Not only did he cut his hand badly enough to send him here, he needed stitches -- and it wasn't even McCoy who'd give them to him. Kirk couldn't help but hiss when she manipulated the skin around the cut, causing him to bleed out even more. It HURT dammit, and no matter how he tried to act like a big, tough man around the ladies, it really did nearly make him cry out in pain. Fuck. That was gonna hurt for a while.

"Are you sure I need stitches?" Eyebrows knitted, concerned. Kirk hated needles, hated hyposprays, but he would comply with the experts on this kind of thing. He certainly didn't know anything about medicine -- good thing he was such good friends with Bones, else he wouldn't have a regular person to patch him up after things got pretty rough, in bars or otherwise. But Christine wouldn't be such a bad replacement, he thought, sitting back on the bed and trying not to bleed all over the sheets. The floor could be scrubbed, but he knew as well as anyone that blood was a bitch to get out of cloth.

Things were kind of awkward. The very first time he'd ever met Chris he had his pants down around his ankles, but was hidden from view by a white sheet until she'd pulled it off. Weird, meeting her now ...at least he had clothes on, fully. And she was Bones's girl. Not a bad pick, not a bad pick at all.