"What? I said yer table's--" When he turns around, McCoy can barely describe the look in Jim's eyes. That boy, he's perceptive, calculating, keen, like he can look right through you and understand everything. Now, though, it's not the same. His friend is looking right through him as if he doesn't exist.
They both collide with one another, Jim rushing toward him and McCoy doing the same. The only problem is he goes right through the man. "J--" His voice cuts out before he can finish the name.
God, what the hell is this? Is he gradually disappearing? First his body, now his voice... McCoy's heart thunders against his ribcage as he waits for the inevitable. Will his sight go next? Will he just fade from existence?
Shit shit! This can't be real! It has to be some sort of sick nightmare! What is he supposed to do? He can't call for help and he can't interfere with the corporeal world! McCoy calls to Jim in frustrating silence, slashing his hands through his friend's body, hoping it will eventually connect. Nothing. He's lost to this world. Absolutely lost.
No, no, what is self-pity going to accomplish? Snap out of it! Compartmentalize and move on, Doctor! It does neither of them any good to fall apart now. Jim knows that. It's why after Jim stops his frantic search, he finds a more productive avenue. He follows right behind Jim, still trying to get his attention as they storm up the stairs.
Jim! What the hell's a piece of paper goin' to do for me? Unbelievable! He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting impatiently for him to finish. Whatever the point of it is, it seems all Jim can do now is wait and continue gathering up any information in his house. Wait for what or who, McCoy has no idea. And it's all the doctor can do to stay beside Jim as close as he can without actually touching him, mouthing that he's still here. He hasn't left him. God, he would never leave Jim. He's still here, even if... If in this form.
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They both collide with one another, Jim rushing toward him and McCoy doing the same. The only problem is he goes right through the man. "J--" His voice cuts out before he can finish the name.
God, what the hell is this? Is he gradually disappearing? First his body, now his voice... McCoy's heart thunders against his ribcage as he waits for the inevitable. Will his sight go next? Will he just fade from existence?
Shit shit! This can't be real! It has to be some sort of sick nightmare! What is he supposed to do? He can't call for help and he can't interfere with the corporeal world! McCoy calls to Jim in frustrating silence, slashing his hands through his friend's body, hoping it will eventually connect. Nothing. He's lost to this world. Absolutely lost.
No, no, what is self-pity going to accomplish? Snap out of it! Compartmentalize and move on, Doctor! It does neither of them any good to fall apart now. Jim knows that. It's why after Jim stops his frantic search, he finds a more productive avenue. He follows right behind Jim, still trying to get his attention as they storm up the stairs.
Jim! What the hell's a piece of paper goin' to do for me? Unbelievable! He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting impatiently for him to finish. Whatever the point of it is, it seems all Jim can do now is wait and continue gathering up any information in his house. Wait for what or who, McCoy has no idea. And it's all the doctor can do to stay beside Jim as close as he can without actually touching him, mouthing that he's still here. He hasn't left him. God, he would never leave Jim. He's still here, even if... If in this form.