Bones shrugged, sighing. "If they got questions about the records, they'll call me." He wasn't looking forward to that, retelling the story... expect that part of him sort of wanted to, wanted to look at each of them in the eye and describe, in detail, everything that had been done to his captain and George Kirk on that ship, by those goddamned Romulans.

The file on Pike was even larger, and Bones could recite from memory the various treatments and surgeries that they tried in those days, limping back to Earth, trying to save Pike's life, ecstatic to be able to save his legs.

He leaned in and kissed Jim again. "This time tomorrow, it'll be done. Behind you, okay? Remember that."