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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[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 ))