Helpless No More (Private Communication)

[john_grimm]

John paced up and down the length of his room. He'd just come from sitting with Bones at Emma's bedside and he was restless. He hated feeling this helpless. For god's sake, he couldn't even tell what half of the medical terms meant.

He shook his head fiercely, teeth bared and eyebrows drawn together. There had to be something he could do to help

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[kirktastic]

John,

Where are you, old man? Got a minute for us to talk? Rather put you somewhere useful then scrubbing toilets.

[john_grimm]

Kid,

In my quarters. And yeah. I got time.

[kirktastic]

I'll be right there.

Kirk found his way down to John's quarters, pressing on the buzzer. He didn't have to worry about being unwanted, at least. Besides... he wanted to know more about his supposed immortal on board.

[john_grimm]

John had sunk down on his bed, holding his head in his hands, when he heard the chime.

"Come on in."

All he wanted was to stop feeling like such a useless moocher, sitting and watching as Bones and Kirk did all they could to help Emma, to help their friends, to help their crew. He had no real right to be on this ship, yet he'd grown attached to the Enterprise in the short time he'd been a passenger.

John hoped he could help. Even if he did end up cleaning hair out of drains.