Jim had, once again, done something stupid. Alright, it should have been expected really, but he also should know by now not to do things like flirting with the pretty ensign while it was his shift. Especially if she smelled like some exotic fruit. Because in the back of his mind he'd known that he was more than 65% likely to be allergic to said fruit. But she was new and pretty and he had always had a thing for gingers, so what harm was there really in giving a comforting pat on the shoulder to a nervous young woman. Apparently more than he thought.
And this was why Jim, quite loudly, as usual, barged into Bones' office when he was supposed to be sitting on the bridge, his right hand quite swollen and looking a little purplish and a smile across his face. "In a good mood today, Bones?"