Slowly standing, Bones rubbed at Jim's head a moment before leaving the bathroom. His bag was over on the dresser of Spock's room, as convenient a place as any once they'd started spending more time in this room. He pulled out the hypo and frowned. There was less than he thought in there. Just enough to take the edge off Jim's pain. Heading back to the bathroom, he squatted next to Jim. "Think you can make it to the bed, or you wanna sit here a bit longer?"
Always seemed to function better if he was working, doing something, even despite the completely fucked-up situation. Another look at Spock, and he could see how the other man was trying hard to not think. Fuck, that wasn't going to work either.
"Why does it hurt him so much?" Bones asked Spock, hating to break his concentration, but not sure why Jim was nearly incapacitated by this, while he himself felt the invasion in his head but not like that. To him, his head hurt from being tired, like he'd been thinking too hard all day and night.
Too many thoughts, he just wanted to turn them off but couldn't.
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Date: 2010-04-13 12:41 am (UTC)Always seemed to function better if he was working, doing something, even despite the completely fucked-up situation. Another look at Spock, and he could see how the other man was trying hard to not think. Fuck, that wasn't going to work either.
"Why does it hurt him so much?" Bones asked Spock, hating to break his concentration, but not sure why Jim was nearly incapacitated by this, while he himself felt the invasion in his head but not like that. To him, his head hurt from being tired, like he'd been thinking too hard all day and night.
Too many thoughts, he just wanted to turn them off but couldn't.