WHO: Christine Chapel; Jim Kirk (OPEN/INCOMPLETE) WHAT: Kirk relies on Chris's talented hands. Y'know. To treat his cut. WHEN: After taking off from the starbase. WARNINGS: None as of yet. ( Doctor, doctor, gimme the news, I gotta... )
"Where's Doctor McCoy?" He couldn't help but ask, but not too disappointed. Bones said that Chapel was good at her job, and Kirk appreciated the man's words more than most, more than happy to submit himself to her care. She was pretty, too, and when a pretty girl wanted to lay hands on him, he was hardly about to protest. That didn't stop him from wincing when she pulled his hand closer to inspect the deep cut, still somewhat wet with blood, the flow not really stopping as she looked it over closely
( ... )
Well, didn't that just suck. Not only did he cut his hand badly enough to send him here, he needed stitches -- and it wasn't even McCoy who'd give them to him. Kirk couldn't help but hiss when she manipulated the skin around the cut, causing him to bleed out even more. It HURT dammit, and no matter how he tried to act like a big, tough man around the ladies, it really did nearly make him cry out in pain. Fuck. That was gonna hurt for a while
( ... )
He did a lot of things as captain, mostly just careful observation of anything that Spock missed as commander, being thorough and following through on the fact that everyone was performing admirably and doing well as could be asked. He'd really not been sure how he had managed so far, but he...did, somehow. He was fairly certain that most of everything was taken care of by Spock, however, something he deeply respected
( ... )
Nice and professional, Kirk felt a little dismayed that she hadn't checked him out like she had in the past. But then again, he supposed now she was a taken woman -- her gaze was more focused towards his arm, towards her work, and Kirk couldn't help but laugh lightly to distract himself away from the sudden - urk - hypospray jabbed in his arm. It was painful, sure, but anticipated enough to where he hardly flinched at all. This part wasn't so bad. "You're a lot gentler than Dr. McCoy, y'know that?" He rubbed the skin with his healthy hand, a little pained, but not too bad at all
( ... )
"I'll make sure and avoid those shifts then. Do myself a favor and just avoid them all together." He shrugged lightly, hissing as she swabbed antiseptic, stinging over the freshly sliced skin. The pain reliever had worked -- it didn't ache nearly as much, but he still felt the sharpness of the cleaning agent and the tingling of the numbing agent. "Besides, I know Bones -- Dr. McCoy never really works the Gamma shift if he can help it." He realized Chris probably didn't know about the nickname, catching himself saying it with practiced ease
( ... )
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