And this is a matter of pride. for just_that_once

[boldlygoingkirk]

Let it be said that Jim Kirk never went down without a fight.

Granted, it was not a good idea to piss off the biggest guy in his hand-to-hand combat class. It really, truly wasn't. Jim Kirk, however, was the type to do just that -- and Cadet McKinley was asking for it. He hadn't even hesitated, during their session Jim took a cheap shot and

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[just_that_once]

For Leonard McCoy's part in the day to day life of Starfleet Academy, the name 'Jim Kirk' hadn't been thought of since that day in the seedy bar. It helped that he'd gone back to his little hole in the wall of a room and finished off that bottle of fine Tennessee bourbon all by his lonesome, then had crawled into bed to sleep through the worst of his hangover. Classes had started a couple of weeks before, and between the refresher courses in general medical that everyone had to take, he'd piled on Advanced courses and added a part time shift job at the campus clinic. Just to keep his mind occupied

[boldlygoingkirk]

His eyelids fluttered open lazily, his brain slow, sluggishly registering bright lights above him. Jim Kirk turned his head to the side and put his hand over his eyes to try and block out the light that made his head spin. He only barely realized the voice that was barking orders at a nurse, and only barely realized that his nose hurt again. Son of a bitch, did he really break his nose again? Jim groaned and twisted in his bed, turned over and attempted to go back to sleep. His head pounded painfully, his eyes barely opening when he heard that familiar voice cursing at - something

[just_that_once]

Yes. Yes, he really had broken his nose again. Leonard was ordering the lights to 50%, not standard practice, but he knew how bad a concussion could hurt. Add light to that pounding headache? Even he wasn't that calloused as to ignore that.

The lights dimmed and Leonard snorted, shaking his head as he batted away the man's--Jim's--hand so he could lean in closer to check for pupil dilation. "I wouldn't know. You were the only bloody pulp that graced me with his presence. Don't tip your head back, you'll swallow blood and I do -not- want to deal with you puking on me today."

[boldlygoingkirk]

His head was thankful for the dimmed lights, his eyes still closing even when Bones started batting away his hand to look at his eyes. Jim fought it off for a bit, then went slack again, sniffing up blood and gagging at the taste of burnt copper in the back of his throat. Jim finally relented and listened to the doctor, his neck craned forward, brushing over his nose with a hand. Jesus, that hurt. Well, wasn't the first time he had broken his nose.

"Uughhhh." Jim groaned, not fighting against Leonard anymore, just letting the man check his vitals and go through the normal routine. He yawned, winced again from that, and let out another whining groan when Leonard continued to prod him and poke at him.

"Would just be... pay back." He grinned, a toothy, somewhat bloody smile up at the doctor.