Jim didn't like doctors. He hated hospitals and the dentist and having to get physicals and especially hyposprays. God, did he hate hyposprays. So, there was a slight step back with hands raising into the air in protest. When he spoke, it was obviously as Jim Kirk and not the captain who would've ordered her to leave medical issues to the professionals, as Jim was not emotionally stable enough at the moment to act captainly in any way.
"Whoa--I'm not touching that." Covering for his dislike of medical things, he explained, "Last time I was injected with a hypospray, my hands swelled up the size of my head and my tongue went numb. I'll take a headache over an allergic reaction any day." It wasn't a total lie, as he had had an allergic reaction to the vaccine Bones had injected him with, but not entirely the truth, either way.
"I just need a glass of water. Curing hangovers is my specialty. I just--"
Jim didn't know what possessed him to do so, but he fished his PDA out of his back pocket and turned it on and began scanning the boards for--he froze. He wasn't reading what was on the screen (no, he couldn't bring himself to read those words yet), but just...staring at the image.
He swallowed hard and wordlessly passed the PDA, that post still up, to Seven and stepped around her, going to the window to press his forehead against the glass and let out a shuddering sigh.