Jim had taken to working quickly whenever these jumps happened. Five jumps in gave him plenty of time to figure out that shit would hit he fan, whether they liked it or not, as soon as they came out of stasis. Tensions were high, and so this time, he wastes no time getting to his locker and getting back out.
When he spots the wraith, he knows immediately something is wrong. He'd been trying to get the guy to see Magnus, but he'd up and gone into hiding as soon as the talks had started. Jim knew there was a countdown over both their heads as to when the guy would need to feed. He'd been hyperaware of it, but he still hadn't known when it would hit bottom.
Now, he was worried they would be too late, and that had so many detrimental effects that he didn't even want to think about it.
Jim runs through the crowd when he sees the felled wraith, dodging people, half pushing others out of the way. Undoubtedly, he made quite the sight, sprinting through the halls in a splash of green and the glitter of gold. Apparently the ship had been kind to him this time around, but he crouches next to the wraith and immediately reaches for a pulse point (because even aliens had to have one).
He was breathing, but faintly, and Jim pulls his communicator from his belt, hitting what he's affectionately labeled his speed dial; the message will ping Spock, Magnus, Ratchet and Watson- the active doctors. "Guys, I need your help in stasis, we've got a wraith down here." He doesn't go on to explain, and hopes that the urgency in his voice will be enough to get their attention immediately.
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When he spots the wraith, he knows immediately something is wrong. He'd been trying to get the guy to see Magnus, but he'd up and gone into hiding as soon as the talks had started. Jim knew there was a countdown over both their heads as to when the guy would need to feed. He'd been hyperaware of it, but he still hadn't known when it would hit bottom.
Now, he was worried they would be too late, and that had so many detrimental effects that he didn't even want to think about it.
Jim runs through the crowd when he sees the felled wraith, dodging people, half pushing others out of the way. Undoubtedly, he made quite the sight, sprinting through the halls in a splash of green and the glitter of gold. Apparently the ship had been kind to him this time around, but he crouches next to the wraith and immediately reaches for a pulse point (because even aliens had to have one).
He was breathing, but faintly, and Jim pulls his communicator from his belt, hitting what he's affectionately labeled his speed dial; the message will ping Spock, Magnus, Ratchet and Watson- the active doctors. "Guys, I need your help in stasis, we've got a wraith down here." He doesn't go on to explain, and hopes that the urgency in his voice will be enough to get their attention immediately.