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[doesntdosheep]

[On biobed in sickbay] I'm...dying.

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[mr_chekov]

[Sighs] Keptain, Doctor McCoy said you are only likely to die from tripping ower your own ego. I am, on this occasion, forced to agree.

[doesntdosheep]

[Slowly lifts his head and looks at her.] I am dying! Everything hurts and I have stuff coming out of my nose. And I'm cold!

[mr_chekov]

[Rolls her eyes] And you are being a real trooper about it too Keptain.

[doesntdosheep]

[Just huffs at her.] Why are you in here anyway?

[yeomanbeehive]

I feel like that might be an exaggeration, sir. Do you need anything?

[doesntdosheep]

[No, not an exaggeration. He really does think he's dying.] A phaser so I can put myself outta my misery.

[yeomanbeehive]

So... Another blanket? [does not like seeing Jim like this, nope not one bit. she leaves for a second to grab another blanket, but just keeps it in her lap once she sits by his biobed again.] Did Dr. McCoy tell you how long it would be before the medicine kicks in?

[doesntdosheep]

Hmm? I think he said twenty minutes. I don't remember. [Shifts a little on the biobed.] Think I can be beamed from here to my quarters?

[psychette10]

[slight smirk, trying to keep a straight professional face] I'm afraid the tricorder says otherwise... [scanning him up and down]

[doesntdosheep]

It's wrong!

[psychette10]

[sighs, turning off the tricorder] Alright fine, so you're dying...mind telling me what from since you're smarter than all of our state-of-the-art equipment?

[logic_driven]

Should I be informing Starfleet of your imminent demise, captain?

[doesntdosheep]

[Coughs and nods.] Please. Also, give me a phaser so I can shoot myself.

[morethan_bones]

No you're not. Give me a second to figure out what's wrong. [Not quite as gruff as normal, Bones just scans Jim with the tricorder in one hand, and pushes back an errant tuft of Jim's hair with the other.]

[doesntdosheep]

[He starts to cough again and lays there, listless.] Bones...make sure I look pretty at my funeral?

[morethan_bones]

Stop with the hyperbole. [Massages Jim's scalp lightly before pulling away to get a hypo and the correct medicine.] You'll be all right, you're coming down with a strain of the common flu virus.

[doesntdosheep]

[Closes his eyes and relaxes under Bones' touch.] I caught this from you, didn't I?