02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MEDBAY

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Medbay.
WARNINGS: Sickness, body horror, etc.
SUMMARY: Sickness central. Treatments, dying slowly, related events.
NOTES: Divided by days a la medbay organisation log in the comments!

You're not feeling too well. The last couple of days have been - rough. The medbay seems to be a bit more full than usual, but you're sure it's nothing to be worried about; whatever the illness is, it'll go away once you've rested and gotten a check-up. Right?

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[imadoctor]

Shh, don't. S'okay, Jim, don't try to talk. You're just gonna make yourself feel worse.

[ He grins, though he only manages half of one, exhaustion and his own recovery dampening any outward expression of how goddamn happy he is to know that Jim's going to pull through. Later, when they're both feeling better, he'll bitch about mule-headed idiots who push too hard and try to do everything even when everything is too much. Right now, he'll just feed Jim another ice chip and touch his forehead again, under the guise of checking his temperature. ]

I think you like scarin' the hell oughtta me.

[goldshirt]

[McCoy's hand is cool, and while Jim would normally be able to reason that this is because of fever, all he knows is that it feels nice. he laughs, it's a pathetic thing, soft and low and jerking from his chest like an engine that won't start properly.]

S'meone's gotta- keep you on- your toes. [he murmurs, but even that is a gargantuan effort. he wants to open his eyes and look at the doctor but he's groggy and they feel like they're made of lead. his hand shifts against the bedspread.

Kirk knows he's never been in a position like this before. not in front of Bones, at least. but of everyone seeing him in this state, he's glad it's his friend.]

[imadoctor]

[ That attempt at a laugh breaks McCoy's heart, and he smooths the fever-damp hair from Jim's forehead, not even bothering to pretend anymore. ]

Plenty of candidates for that right now, I think you can take a break for a while. Gimme a breather, I'm not as young as you, y'know. [ It's a familiar running joke, that the few years he has on the young Captain somehow make Bones into an old man by comparison. ]

[goldshirt]

[Kirk hums in response. he feels like shit, even around the meds they've got him on. it takes him a minute, long enough that it might look like he's gone back to sleep before he's able to crack his eyes open, blurrily looking at the doctor. he'd asked, after all.]

M'glad you're here. [he rasps, swallowing against the tight lock on his throat, and it's probably kind of gushy and sentimental but at least he can blame being high if he remembers the conversation later.]

[imadoctor]

[ He'll move his hand away eventually, but the knowledge that Jim seems to find it comforting keeps him from doing that just yet. He's been hoping his friend would drift off to sleep again, maybe a more peaceful sleep this time, but then his eyes are open once more and Bones frowns a little at him, worried. ]

'Course I'm here. Where else do you think I'd be? [ The words are sharp ones but the tone doesn't match, and Bones sighs indulgently. ] Sometimes you're an idiot, you know that?

[goldshirt]

Not here. [he murmurs, before his mind connects what he's hearing and he catches up with what McCoy is saying.] Yeah. You keep tellin' me.

[but he doesn't really sound admonished, and that's telling in and of itself. Jim exhales shakily, shivering against the bedspread, and his hand shifts again. turning over and reaching weakly for him, not quite making it off the bed. it isn't until Bones' hand is in his own that he glances up with bleary eyes- drifting on the cusp of sleep again]

Thanks.

[imadoctor]

Well then you're definitely an idiot.

[ And he'll keep saying it until Jim figures out that it's pretty damn stupid not to expect Bones would be hovering over him until he woke.

He wraps his fingers tightly around Jim's hand, squeezes once to reassure his friend that he's not letting go and not leaving. His voice is rough when he speaks. ]

Anytime, kid.

casually steals that icon

[goldshirt]

[he nods, but the fatigue grabs Kirk thick and heavy, and his eyes slide shut. moments later, his already light grip on Leonard's hand softens and his breathing evens out.]