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

Jun 27, 2009 01:59

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.
( Doctor, doctor, gimme the news, I gotta... )

Comments 22

hesdead_jim June 28 2009, 20:37:37 UTC

Leonard rolled his eyes at Jim when he spoke, moving closer to take a look at his hand, nodding along as Christine spoke.

"I don't suppose you'll learn your lesson with this," he spoke to Jim. It was more a statement, than a question. Because he knew his friend, and he knew that if it involved danger, he'd get involved.

His brow raised an lips quirked at the mention of shots, his eyes darting between Jim and Christine. "I hope he was a little more manly when taking the shots from you," yes, that was a little dig at Jim, but all in good humor. Even now it amused him how Jim would take a second look at him, whenever he raised his hand towards his neck. Wuss.

"I agree," he nodded when she finished her assessment of the situation. "Good work, considering the patient." He reached out then to pat Jim on the arm - the good arm. "Don't flex your hand like you tried to, or you'll end up with me bandaging you up rather than Nurse Chapel." And they both knew - for different reasons - that Christine had a gentle way with her hands.

jimtiberiuskirk June 28 2009, 20:59:49 UTC

Kirk was in fact trying to move his hand again, obviously irritated that the range of motion had been affected while Christine gave her analysis. Two weeks with this thing, huh? He was already annoyed by it, leaning on his palm rather than his fingers to avoid irritating the cut too much ( ... )

hesdead_jim June 29 2009, 06:52:47 UTC

"Didn't hurt? Mm, perhaps I'll have to re-administer them to be sure then," he replied to Jim, a teasing edge to his gruff tone. Of course, he wouldn't. He knew Chris had done a great job, and he also knew that this was simply a fun way to wind up Jim.

"Is it part of your treatment to sit here with your man boobs out?" He added, his lips twitching into a smile as he gestured to Jim's shirt. Oh, he'd seen FAR more of his friend than he EVER had wanted to in his lifetime. A lot of guys would feel inadequate around Jim like that, but Bones just... didn't. Jim was his friend.

With an eyebrow raise to Christine, he returned her glance, his hands shifting which in turn, made it a little obvious he was holding something under his PADD. He bit back his reply, something along the lines of 'You don't complain about' because well, even though Jim knew they were together, there was something un-gentlemanly about saying such things with an audience ( ... )

jimtiberiuskirk June 29 2009, 19:13:06 UTC

At Christine's observation, Kirk rolled his eyes. "I wasn't flinching. And yeah. He does." Wasn't she supposed to be on his side? Maybe not, because technically, they weren't the ones in the room sleeping together. And he thought they had been bonding so well over the last half-hour or so...

Kirk looked down at his chest, shrugging. "I don't know, is that the proper medical term for them doctor?" He snorted, flexing just a little for Christine's sake before looking for where he tossed his shirt at. Aa, on the floor. He picked it up, slowly, not really listening as Christine looked at what Bones had just given her.

When he straightened again, Christine was holding...a cookie.

A pink frosted, positively adorable cookie.

Kirk took one look at Bones, and tried to stave off the laughter, really he did, but the guy was blushing for god's sake. He snorted, unable to keep it at bay. Maybe this really was good for him, in all actualities, because Jim didn't think he had ever seen the guy give a lady a cookie.

hesdead_jim June 29 2009, 20:03:14 UTC

"The Scientific name for ones like yours, yes," he replied, lips quirking. "Fortunately, not all of us men were 'blessed' with man boobs." And the way he looked at Jim, though not fully smiling, was playful. He knew Jim would know he was only trying to wind him up, and irritate him. That was the strange basis of their strong friendship.

He nodded at her, his lips slightly quirking as he was pleased to have impressed her. Yet, his blush only deepened when Jim spoke, and he reached out to swiftly smack his shoulder. "Would you like that dressing seeing to, Jim?" He asked. It was plainly obvious he wasn't going to be nice to him!

He nodded and watched her walk away, the tips of his ears still burning red. He groaned then as he eyed Jim, folding his arms across his broad chest. Defensive? Perhaps. A way of detaching himself from how embarrassed he felt? Certainly.

"She likes cookies." He explained simply. "Two weeks, and I want a look at your hand." Very swift change of subject, but he was comfortable with that. He was comfortable ( ... )