Christine Chapel Pike (ncc1701rn) wrote in the100, @ 2016-03-10 14:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, christine chapel (aos), james kirk (aos) |
Who: Jim Kirk and Christine Chapel
When: Late night Tuesday March 8
Where: Christine’s quarters
What: Jim shows up with a nasty wound
Rating: PG for a little language and if you don’t like reading about nasty wounds.
Status: Complete
Jim hadn't thought much of it when it had happened. Scratches were nothing new and despite his colorful medical history, there hadn't been that many issues here. He hadn't gone to medical because it hadn't seemed to be anything major. But what had seemed like a simple scratch from a mission a few days ago was looking worse. Red and swollen, he was fairly certain that he needed to at least have it checked out and get something for it. Which is why he was knocking on Christine's door. No need to bother medical if it was something Chapel could handle. "Christine? You around?" She’d just put Lauren to bed and was closing the door behind her when she heard the knock. Christine wasn’t surprised to hear Jim’s voice, he often stopped by in the evenings but usually he came earlier while Lauren was still up. She walked over and opened the door. “Hey, shh...I just put her down, what’s up? Are you feeling okay?” Something didn’t look right but she couldn’t put her finger on it, Jim definitely looked like something was bothering him. “Come in and sit down, tell me what’s going on.” "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing," Jim said out of habit as he came in, glad Lauren was asleep. This would be easier to do without a curious toddler about. He took a seat on the couch, giving Christine a look. He probably should have had her check out the scratch on his leg right after it happened, but it hadn't seemed like much. "I just want to get your opinion on something." “Okay, what is it?” she sat down next to him. Christine could imagine any number of thing that Jim might want her opinion on and she too was glad that Lauren was asleep. “and you’re not fine, you look like hell. Are you sick?” Jim propped his leg up on the sofa, pushing up the pant leg and rolling down his sock, revealing a leg that was red and swollen. "I'm not sure exactly what happened.." How many visits to medbay had started that way - JIm not sure what had happened, but his body having an adverse reaction of sorts. "I mean, I don't know how this happened.." Christine looked at his leg and made a face. “Hang on,” she said and slipped into her bedroom, coming out with a pair of gloves. “No offense but I don’t touch anything that looks like that without gloves.” She put them on and then inspected the wound. “Jim...you do realize that green stuff isn’t supposed to be coming out of any wound?” Christine looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “How long has it been draining like this?” She touched the area, trying to be as gentle as possible because it had to hurt, judging from the way it looked. It was warm to touch and did indeed have a green drainage coming out of it. “and you have no idea how you did it?” "Unless we're talking about Spock - green blood and all. Though it's probably better if that stays inside him." Jim made a face when Christine touched it and pulled his leg back. Even after all these years, he still wasn't a fan of medical poking and prodding, even if it was for his own good. "I don't know, I mean I remember getting scratched up on one of the scouting patrols, but it was a scratch. I didn't think anything of it. Figured it would just go away on its own. You know, like things usually do." Maybe that was a big of an exaggeration, given how long his medical file was with Starfleet - allergies and reactions and the like. "Don't you just have some hypospray you can give me and be done with it?" “I’ve seen Vulcan blood and this isn’t it. And also? Don’t need to know where Spock’s body fluids have or have not been in relation to you,” she looked closely at the wound, half talking to herself. “It looks almost like something….I saw it in a book once.” Christine looked up at Jim, studying his face. “No I don’t have a hypospray. Wish I did, wish I had a lot of things that they don’t have here. Maybe the Pod God they keep talking about will bring me my med kit some day.” She got up and went back into the bedroom, returning in a moment with a small bottle of peroxide. “I had a few things in the diaper bag when I got nabbed. I always keep this stuff handy because toddlers fall down and go boom a lot.” Christine put a bit of the stuff on a cotton ball and dabbed the wound which bubbled up and she caught some of the drainage on a bandage and slipped it into a baggie before putting a light dressing over it. It was already infected, she could see that but she didn’t want it to infect anyone else. “Okay, you’re going to medical. It needs to be looked at by someone besides me so we can figure out what it is. You need some medicine but what we have here I don’t know.” "If I was covered in Vulcan blood, I wouldn't be bothering you with a little scratch," Jim said, rolling his eyes. He knew he'd be happier if Christine had her med kit with her, instead of relying on whatever was here. Kirk jerked away from the peroxide. "Hell, christine, that hurts! Warn a guy before you do something like that." It wasn't that he couldn't tolerate pain, he just didn't like it. "I don't need to go to medical," Jim whined. "I'm fine…" She looked up at him and rolled her eyes. “Baby. That was nothing. If I’d put alcohol on it, then you could have yelped.” Christine wasn’t surprised when he said he didn’t want to go to Medical. She’d fully expected that and if they’d been anywhere but here, she wouldn’t have insisted. “Normally I would say I could keep an eye on it but this place isn’t the Enterprise.” she shook her head. “who knows what the radiation has done to things or where you got this. I’d feel a lot better if you let one of the doctors look at it. It’s definitely infected but with what, I can’t begin to guess.” "It's fine, Christine," Kirk said adamantly. He knew the medical staff here were competent, but it didn't mean he was comfortable going there and being treated. He knew it didn't make sense, but he tugged his pant leg down over the wound. He didn't like what he was hearing - radiation, infection… without Bones here, well, he didn't think medical would be pleasant. Not to mention everything he was allergic too. And the experience he'd already had with radiation. He felt the color draining from his cheeks. It couldn't really be that bad, could it? “Hey, snap out of it,” Christine was alarmed when she saw his face. “I’m sure it’s okay, it’s just me being cautious. Bugs are different here so it’s better to get it looked at so we can make sure you get the right medicine. I’ll be right there if you want me to be.” She knew that the only way she was going to get him to Medical was to just take him, so she sighed and stood up, pulling him to his feet. “I hope you can walk because I sure as hell can’t carry you,” she said. “And don’t say another word, just come with me. To her surprise, he just looked at her and followed her which scared her more than if he had yelled. He must really feel bad if this was all it had taken to get him to go with her. |