First attempt at a drabble, this SHOULD be 100 words. I have two word processors telling me two different things, though, so who knows. Drabbles are harder than they look- I salute those of you that can do them, and do a good job at them.
His hands shake and he feels like it's his first. He blinks. Once. Twice. Still there. Still dead. His brow flies up and is joined by the other, and he feels like a med student all over again, eyes wide and terrified.
"Doesn't it... bother you?" Jim once asked, when they were both still plenty young.
"Not really. You get used to it."
"I don't know how you do it."
He quietly stares at the body of the young Ensign and says, "I just do my job, Jim. Like this kid did his."
He steadies his hands and turns away.