Jim let himself be scanned and looked at while Christine assessed the situation before her, and then got to work fixing his broken nose. Even knowing what she was doing didn't magically make it all an entirely easy affair, he winced as the splints were activated and his nose shifted back into place making him groan. "God that never gets any easier." Maybe one of these days they'd invent something to simply change things at will. But that was still a little beyond his own time - It was the sort of thing he should have asked the elder Spock about.
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