A Star Trek Fiction
"The ultimate duo, the mighty Bones and Jim. With Bones' skills, and Jim's unpredictability, the two are unstoppable, for better or worse."
Secretly a Child at Heart
5xs Jim was Careless & 5xs Jim Cared too Much
Story 1: Migraine
Jim slumps his head down into the crook of his arm, blocking out the offensive lighting from up above. His brain pounds and the professor's words now blur together into one giant buzz along with the whispers and the hum of the lights. Damn those lights, they're making his headache worse.
The blond shifts, feeling someone poke his shoulder repeatedly, "Damn it Jim, wake up," Bones whispers harshly.
Jim moans, "Not now Bones…"
"I told ya you need to start paying attention in class." Bones growls, starting to pinch his arm now.
"Quit it Bones, and I have straight As why does it matter?" He replies hazily, his mind clouded with the building up pressure along his skull.
"Because I said so." Bones responds, giving a stressed sigh as he leans back in his chair.
"Fine." Jim mutters and lifts his head, trying to squint through the blinding light.
Bones stares at him curiously, "Something wrong Jim?"
"Just a hangover." Jim lies, not looking at the Doctor to see the disgusted eye roll.
Jim barely manages the next hour as class wraps up and the students pack up their things and file out the door. The whole time Jim only replied to Bones with grunts and moans, keeping his head low to avoid the harsh lights. The two said their goodbyes and they parted, Jim going back home and Bones heading off to his last class.
The trek back is slow and painful, but the blond finally to makes it back. He stumbles up the stairs and barges into his dorm room tiredly, covering his eyes with a hand.
"Lights off." He snaps and the room complies, turning completely dark, "Finally." Jim sighs, dropping his bag by the door and heading into his own room.
He opens the door and immediately starts to strip, peeling off his red hot uniform and throwing on a new pair of underwear and a gray shirt. The exhausted cadet then climbs into bed, throwing his thick blanket over himself.
Jim sinks into the sheets and brings his hands up to cradle his throbbing head. Usually these damn headaches fade, but he has feeling it isn't a headache but a migraine. But if it's a migraine than it's more serious, and Jim doesn't want that, so he leaves it at 'bad headache'.
The blond moans and shifts tighter around himself, still clutching his pounding brain, his eyes beginning to burn.
It's a couple of hours later until Bones returns, almost tripping over Jim's school bag in the dark. The Doctor curses to himself and throws the bags off to the side.
"Lights at seventy." Bones grunts, taking off his jacket and draping it over the couch.
"Damn it Bones…lights off." Jim moans, his door wide open.
Bones looks his way but the room falls dark again, "Lights at twenty."
Jim just groans as the lights turn on again, but this time they're dim and aren't as hurtful. The blond curls in, kneading at his aching skull. Bones approaches him, giving a hummpf.
"Just a hangover huh?" Bones questions suspiciously, crossing his arms.
"Yeah…somethin' terrible." Jim mumbles, his voice gruff and slightly agitated.
"Really? Lights ninety." Bones orders and the lights brighten, causing the shriveled blond to yelp in pain, "Lights ten." Jim gasps desperately, bringing the blanket over his face.
"Damn it Jim." Bones grumbles and pulls out several hypos before coming beside him.
"Just a headache." Jim protests, but Bones isn't buying it.
The brunette yanks away the blankets and examines Jim closely, "Lights thirty."
"I'm fine…really Bones." Jim insists, squinting against the brightness.
Bones just makes a grunt which is more close to a growl, "Really, you said this was just a headache. I don't know about that one."
"My head just hurts really bad okay?" Jim says softly, wincing as Bones applies pressure to the side of his head.
"Seems like a migraine to me Jim." Bones grumbles half to himself, Jim would've rolled his eyes, but that'd just earn him a glare.
"Okay…hopefully you're not allergic to this. If you feel nauseous, dizzy, or your skin starts to swell, lemme know." Bones says in all seriousness and readies the hypo, "Wait what?" Jim exclaims, but it's too late, Bones presses the hypo into his neck and pushes the substance into his bloodstream.
Jim squeals slightly and Bones shakes his head, chuckling softly, "Next time you get a migraine, tell me. You need to take better care of yourself."
Jim simply offers a lopsided grin because it's the only thing he's got.