Counting Tiles?
by Starsinger
Part of "Two Weeks of Hell" universe, Bones discovers Jim is bored in bed. Jim is not good bored. Don't own them.
"He's counting," Nurse Crachett told Bones at the Nurse's station
McCoy raised his eyes to his second favorite nurse, cocked an eyebrow, and sighed, "What is he counting."
"Ceiling tiles," she replied.
"Ceiling tiles?" it really wasn't a question.
"You seriously need to get him into physical therapy, Doc. He's up to thirty-eight."
"Does his room have that many tiles?" Bones asked.
"According to engineering? No, I think he's gone, theoretically, to the next room," she replied.
"At this rate, he'll tell me how many ceiling tiles are in the entire hospital?" he asked.
"That's not counting the parking garage," Crachett replied.
"There are ceiling tiles in the parking garage?" Bones asked.
"I don't know," Crachett shrugged.
Bones sighed and turned toward Jim's room, "Jim, stop driving the staff crazy."
"147, 148, 149, I'm sorry Bones. Exactly how am I driving them crazy?" Jim paused to ask.
"You're counting ceiling tiles?" Bones asked.
"150, 151, 152…"
"Stop that!" Bones yelled exasperatedly.
"Give me something to do!" Jim yelled exasperatedly.
Bones left Jim in solitude. Two hours later he returned. "Here," he said handing Jim a PADD, "you can't access the web with it, but you can finish some projects you started before you died." Jim stuck his tongue out at Bones. Electronic communications outside the TV and Doctor's Comms didn't work in ICU. Bones stalked out of Jim's room, "Such an infant."