Carpal Tunnel

[john_grimm]

John dropped his gear on his single-size bed with a groan, wincing at the ache of his wrists. He sighed and shook out his hands. Joanna had commented on the weakness of John's wrist during one of her hand to hand lessons. He'd flushed and coughed a bit, then spouted off some bullshit about "overdoing it during some independent training". She had

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[kirktastic]

It took only a bit of time to find out where they had stashed John. There had been something he had been meaning to talk to John about all that time, but well, things had kept popping up and interrupting. But, provided John was even there, it seemed a good as time as any. It needed to happen before they got onto the Enterprise, because either Jim needed to teach John what he needed to know, or to find someone instead.

He pressed the buzzer on the outside of the door, sliding a hand through his hair. Already his mind was running through possible counter-arguments to what John could say. Not that he would push it on the man, but he... hoped. John was his best possible choice.

[john_grimm]

John started at the sound of the buzzer before pushing up off the floor to stand on his feet.

"Coming!"

Well... hopefully not.

He thumbed the door open, tired eyes going wide at the sight of the captain standing there.

"Kid. What can I do for you?"

[kirktastic]

"Can we talk?" Jim said with a smile, but he could see the faint bags under John's eyes, a tension in his shoulders and--

Oh. Shit.

"Um, privately?" His smile turned to something almost sheepish.

[john_grimm]

John waved his hand halfheartedly to welcome Kirk into his quarters, then hissed at the pain that shot through his forearm at the twist of a wrist.

"Fuck. Yeah...right. Come on in."

Turning and walking back into the room, John pulled out the single chair for Kirk and sat cross-legged on the bed across from him, head lolling as he rested it on his fist.