[Bones had his fair share of machines that helped and healed, but it's nothing like this. There's an artistry to the way she moves, and although he's braced for pain, the only thing he gets from the whole ordeal is a slight tingling sensation that makes him think of mints.
Getting over his innate desire to jerk away and snarl at her to leave it, the whole process is actually... kind of fascinating. And it feels good, not to have that pain. He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and just leans back in the chair, letting her work.
What the hell is he going to tell Bones? The man's going to have a conniption fit. What's he going to tell Spock? His pulse is loud in his ears, and he identifies it as adrenaline. Peace wouldn't know what to do with you, Kyle had told him, and maybe it applied to this, too. He'd just gotten used to dealing with the pain, pushed himself to be at a hundred percent despite everything because he was a damned captain, and in this prehistoric age of things like casts and plaster, he wasn't going to complain. He hadn't even considered magic as a possible solution, because it wasn't even on his radar.]
I told you. Or do you want the gory specifics?
[He smiles, and although it's not quite genuine it's definitely showing off some of the relief he feels. He leans down conspiratorially, cups his hand near his mouth and in an elaborately dramatic stage-whisper says,]
It was over a girl.
[... not technically inaccurate. Kyle stepped in for Clara, and Jim got involved because Kyle did. Jim wasn't letting any of his people go into the darkness alone, and he never would if he could prevent it.]
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Getting over his innate desire to jerk away and snarl at her to leave it, the whole process is actually... kind of fascinating. And it feels good, not to have that pain. He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and just leans back in the chair, letting her work.
What the hell is he going to tell Bones? The man's going to have a conniption fit. What's he going to tell Spock? His pulse is loud in his ears, and he identifies it as adrenaline. Peace wouldn't know what to do with you, Kyle had told him, and maybe it applied to this, too. He'd just gotten used to dealing with the pain, pushed himself to be at a hundred percent despite everything because he was a damned captain, and in this prehistoric age of things like casts and plaster, he wasn't going to complain. He hadn't even considered magic as a possible solution, because it wasn't even on his radar.]
I told you. Or do you want the gory specifics?
[He smiles, and although it's not quite genuine it's definitely showing off some of the relief he feels. He leans down conspiratorially, cups his hand near his mouth and in an elaborately dramatic stage-whisper says,]
It was over a girl.
[... not technically inaccurate. Kyle stepped in for Clara, and Jim got involved because Kyle did. Jim wasn't letting any of his people go into the darkness alone, and he never would if he could prevent it.]