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]

Nice and professional, Kirk felt a little dismayed that she hadn't checked him out like she had in the past. But then again, he supposed now she was a taken woman -- her gaze was more focused towards his arm, towards her work, and Kirk couldn't help but laugh lightly to distract himself away from the sudden - urk - hypospray jabbed in his arm. It was painful, sure, but anticipated enough to where he hardly flinched at all. This part wasn't so bad. "You're a lot gentler than Dr. McCoy, y'know that?" He rubbed the skin with his healthy hand, a little pained, but not too bad at all.

"Little dizzy, but -- " He eyed the cut. "Still hasn't stopped bleeding." Blood didn't make him faint or anything, but it was nice and deep, and he hadn't stopped bleeding for close to twenty minutes now. He supposed maybe that was an indication that he really did need stitches, and Christine wasn't trying to make him miserable by sewing him up. He liked to talk too, just not really about medical things -- things that got his mind off of the situation usually helped, and he grinned as he looked around the mostly empty med bay. "The gossip girls off duty, I'm guessing?" Kirk grinned lightly. It just meant that he could talk about Bones without worrying about who overheard and who in the medical bay knew about the two of them.

"Y'know." He flashed her a smile. "I didn't really get to meet your acquaintance all that well before. You really are gorgeous up close."