The day is almost over... [sickbay]
Bones watched as his medical crew came down from their crisis that day - he'd had no doubt that they were the finest crew to be had in the fleet, but to see them in action today... even as distracted as he was, he knew they'd performed superbly.
Now they changed shifts, the gamma team had caught a few hours of sleep and were back, ready for a night of watching and guarding over their patients, allowing the others to drift off one by one to their rooms, to their quarters and friends and their lives outside these walls.
All this he watched with a quiet satisfaction from fhe chair he'd pulled up next to Jim's biobed. There was a lot of work still to be done, he knew that - George wasn't out of the woods, not by a longshot, and Jim... So much work left to do, he thought as he ran a finger gently over Jim's left hand, the swelling finally going down. There would be many hours, days of work ahead, repairing and removing the Romulan ink from his skin, not to mention the psychological trauma that he didn't want to think about, but it was there, and they'd have to deal with it soon enough.
But right now, Bones was happy enough to have Kirk back on board, where he could see him, touch him, albeit gently and in sickbay, but home, back on board, back with him. Grabbing a pillow from an empty bed, he slid his chair closer to Jim's bed and carefully lay his head on the bed, watching Kirk for a few minutes until he finally closed his eyes as well and fell deep asleep.
Now they changed shifts, the gamma team had caught a few hours of sleep and were back, ready for a night of watching and guarding over their patients, allowing the others to drift off one by one to their rooms, to their quarters and friends and their lives outside these walls.
All this he watched with a quiet satisfaction from fhe chair he'd pulled up next to Jim's biobed. There was a lot of work still to be done, he knew that - George wasn't out of the woods, not by a longshot, and Jim... So much work left to do, he thought as he ran a finger gently over Jim's left hand, the swelling finally going down. There would be many hours, days of work ahead, repairing and removing the Romulan ink from his skin, not to mention the psychological trauma that he didn't want to think about, but it was there, and they'd have to deal with it soon enough.
But right now, Bones was happy enough to have Kirk back on board, where he could see him, touch him, albeit gently and in sickbay, but home, back on board, back with him. Grabbing a pillow from an empty bed, he slid his chair closer to Jim's bed and carefully lay his head on the bed, watching Kirk for a few minutes until he finally closed his eyes as well and fell deep asleep.