7.) Safety
Clenching his jaw, he kept his hands at his side as he slowly counted backwards from ten. He would not strangle his best friend, even if he said best friend was a damn moron.
Treating Jim with a clam he did not feel, he kept his silence as he worked. The kid was smart enough to hold his tongue, probably unsure of his mood with the lack of a lecture. Bones didn't particularly care that he was scaring him with his silence, but by the time he was done with the last scratch, his anger had burned out.
"I don't mind patching you up kid, but that doesn't mean I like it either. Do us both a favor James and wear the safety gear. If not for me, then for future subordinates. You know that superior officers set an example, think of it as practice."
"I'm not making any promises, but I'll try my best Bones."
Meeting determined blue eyes, Bones allowed himself to relax slightly. Without a doubt the kid would still get hurt, but it was less likely to be through an easily avoided injury now.
Written: 7-2-2011
Word Count: 188