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picture prompt meme.

the picture prompt meme

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II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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[He's a miracle.

Funny, he doesn't feel like one.

It's great, it really is, that he was brought back from death, that Bones so defiantly snatched him from oblivion's grasp. He's grateful to the core of his soul. And not just to Bones, but to the entirety of his crew, for their heroic efforts in stopping Khan and bringing him back.

But something's not sitting well with him since he came back. Something's eating at him, and for once he can't bring himself to examine it very closely. He's bottled it up but it's exhausting him.

He appears in medbay toward the tail end of one of Bones' late-night rotations, hovering quietly in the doorway a moment before coming in. It's not his usual purposeful stride, and he does not demand a status report, make a request, or even make a joke as he comes in. So it's neither an official nor a social call.]

Hey, um.

Are you really busy right now?

[ bones is going to be worried about him until the day he dies. he's convinced. because there isn't a day that goes by that doesn't see him patching the other man up in some form or fashion, and he's resigned himself with an exaggerated, put-upon sigh that he's going to expend most of his focus and effort into making sure jim doesn't get himself into too much trouble.

unfortunately, he'd failed pretty spectacularly in that department already. but he'd redeemed himself, he likes to think, by the creation of that serum and the sheer force of will involved in not letting the other man stay .. gone.

he looks up from a sample when he hears his friend's voice, already tipping the scales in the you don't seem right direction as he turns and sets him with a lightly-questioning gaze. ] Nothin' that can't wait a few minutes .. got somethin' on your mind?

Thanks.

Yeah, I-- it's probably nothing.

[That's another sign; usually the captain, when he can be dragged in here, keeps up an unending litany of I'm fine, it's fine, everything's fine, too busy wanting to jump back into the fray to stay put very long or tolerate very much.

"Probably" is a variable, different from the by-God-I-know-it-all with which Jim usually tackles things. There's another hint in the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, command bearing faltering in that moment.]

...I'm not sleeping, lately.

[ his expression melts into something more concerned when he hears that; jim will never consent to spending more time in medical than he has to when it comes to actually dealing with his health. he gives jim the whole of his attention, blinking a few times as he processes what the other is saying.

.. hrm. ]

Not sleeping as in restless, or not being able to stay asleep? [ the more he knows about it from the get-go, the more easily he'll be able to determine just what the issue is. ]

Either.

[He shifts his weight again, gaze dropping a moment. His next exhalation could almost be a sigh, except that Jim Kirk never sighs, does he?]

...Both.

[ no, jim kirk doesn't ever sigh.

now he's really concerned.

bones gets up, pushes a bit closer. normally, he'd reach for his tricorder to start taking scans, but this doesn't have anything at all to do with that. a hand rests lightly on his friend's shoulder. ] What's keepin' you up, Jim?

[Jim sighs again, shaking his head.]

I don't know. Wish to hell I did.

Guess I'd better let you check me out, make sure it isn't something wrong with me.

[He's very sure it's not, but that's the last thing he's going to come out and say.]

.. Yeah. A'right. Up on the bed.

[ he does reach for his tricorder then, and once the other is settled, he begins his scans. something tells him that he won't find anything physically wrong with him, but .. he has to feel out every option, anyway. ]

[Sometimes, when Jim was a kid, he'd sprawl out in bed or on the couch in the front room of his family's farmhouse. He'd lie there in the mornings and patiently wait for his mom to feel his forehead and check his eyes, and he'd hope and pray she found something wrong with him. Too warm, eyes red, didn't sleep enough, doesn't look well. Something, anything, to get out of having to go to school.

It's been forever since he last felt that way. But here he is now on the biobed, hoping Bones finds something wrong with him.

There's still part of him hoping he can find some excuse for what's going on, instead of having to come out and talk about... things. Feelings.

Even though he knows there's not a damned thing wrong with him physically.]

[ he's quiet as he takes the scans, eyes trained on his tricorder, waiting for anything to come up that might give a reason for what's plaguing the other man. he waits, and waits, and nothing at all out of the ordinary comes up - which just means he's setting the tricorder aside and leaning back against a far counter, arms folded across his chest and a still-worried expression.

he doesn't like it when he doesn't know outright what to do to help you, jim. you're gonna have to give him something to go on here. ]

I can't find anything physically wrong with you, Jim. It's gotta be in your head. You sure there's nothin' you wanna talk about?

[ not like he's really expecting to get anything out of him, but asking never hurt anyone. ]

[...damn.

Not that he expected anything different. He just always enjoys wiggle room where he can get it.

He sighs.]

I don't really know.

[ jim, he knows you. he's pretty much dedicated a large portion of his life to understanding you, how you think and why you do things the way you do. you can't expect him not to pick up something like this.

he pauses, taking in a small breath. ] Come have a drink with me, then. If you decide you wanna talk, you can.

I wouldn't say no to a drink.

[The rest? Who knows. He's been doing his damnedest to deny it all so far.

He hops off the biobed, tugging down the front of his uniform shirt.]

Where are we drinking?

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