Aftermath [Open to FITE NITE attendees, mostly for Bones]

[smartass_captain]

He remembers being caged.

Chained up, drugged. Bound to the other captain who couldn't have been more wrong about who he was. He was still funny from his capture, and hungry. Poor circumstances that lead to Jim's survival instincts going into overdrive. Whatever it took to not remember Tarsus IV.

Jim doesn't even remember losing. Just his pulse thundering in his ears and the rattle of the chain. Just getting swept away in a haze of violence and panic that left him mentally shut down. What he had wasn't a fight. Jim Kirk actually enjoys a good fight now and again. This had been something else entirely.

He hadn't been on control. Hadn't even been altogether present.

And now....

Everything hurts, but especially his head. His ears are ringing and it's difficult to keep anything in focus. There are voices, faint and vaguely familiar but Jim can't concentrate on them just yet. All he can manage is to groan and curl up on himself. He's on one of the many Nexus couches in the Plaza, where many of the captured and injured were taken for treatment after people had stormed the Arena to rescue those who had been taken against their will and put a stop to all of this.

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[smartass_captain]

If people are saying 'dammit, Jim' he must be more or less fine.

He smirks at the affection clearly just enjoying the attention for what it is. It helps after everything he's been through in the last few days. Jim raises his shoulders in a weak shrug, but there's more life to his eyes than there had been before.

"Not as pounding as it was a few minutes ago, that's for sure. How are you holding up?"

[conjuredskies]

"Running out of strength to heal you." From his face, it's worth it to know Jim's safe. It would be even better if he could heal all the captain's injuries, if he were strong and skilled enough to ease that pain away completely...

So maybe Stratos is onto something with all those lessons.

"I can go fetch a potion for you," he offers. The waning adrenaline and energy loss are starting to sink in. He'll be yawning in a few minutes, most likely.

[smartass_captain]

"C'mere."

Jim tugs at Felix's arm to pull the other onto the couch with him. It's a bit snug fitting two grown men on there, but Jim's no opposed to getting close. Jim's never opposed to getting close when it's Felix they're talking about.

"Take a nap. I'm not goin' anywhere for a while."

[conjuredskies]

He's caught mid-yawn and in no position to resist the tug. Even if he wanted to. He does prop himself on his elbow and try to give Jim a serious look, but it's exponentially harder when they're close enough he can feel the lingering roughness of Jim's breath, the tension in his muscles. Hard to argue in favor of moving an inch farther from him.

He tries. "You should see a real healer. Make sure you're... seen to. Properly." What if he did something wrong? And Jim must still be pretty sore...

[smartass_captain]

((Speaking of being seen to properly, come meet Bones ))