because friendship makes him cranky.

[medicos]

No, I'm not putting it up on my office wall.

[ he means this, a gift from his bff4lyf (one of them, anyway, there's a lot of you).

it's going to be framed :') ]

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[hischair]

[ Wrinkling his nose because THAT'S THE THING. ]

[medicos]

You've no idea what my bedside manner is, Jim, and you'll never find out. [ claps him in the shoulder. ]

[hischair]

It would be weird, anyway.

[ Oh no, he's thinking about it and just. Not looking over. ]

[medicos]

[ i bet bones' hands all over him doesn't help. ]

It'll be tender, but you'll be fine if you don't play tag for the next couple of days.

[hischair]

[ Thanks a lot, man. :( Scooting back on the bed a little, he leans to the side (tender what the hell kind of stupid). ]

What? Uh, sure.

[ It's hard being a genius with an imagination the size of Jupiter. ]

[medicos]

[ you get two raised eyebrows this time. ]

What now.

[hischair]

What what-now? Nothing.

[ Oh shit, he'll think I'm concussed. ]

I'm fine.

[medicos]

[ yeah, you're right.

he's scanning your head with a tricorder now. ]

[hischair]

[ Sweet Jesus. ]

Bones, stop. C'mon, I'm alright. [ Trying to pull on his shirt. ] Get that thing out of my face!

[medicos]

You were suddenly quiet. I thought you hit your head on nothing.

[ a beat. ]

Are you sure?

[hischair]

Definitely.

[medicos]

[ narrowing his eyes. you know he'll figure this out eventually. ]

What are you thinking?

[hischair]

That you should go on a diet? You're really heavy, y'know that?

[medicos]

I'm a doctor, Jim. I think I'd know if I'm within the acceptable weight range. [ and... he doesn't care. not like someone who wants to be pretty all the time. ]

Are you going to keep changing the subject until I figure it out myself?

[hischair]

Figure what out? You're neurotic as hell today.

[ Nopenopenope! ]

[medicos]

[ when is he not? ]

Really? Because your head was in the clouds the moment we stopped talking about my bedside manner.

[hischair]

[ THIS. FACE. ]

[medicos]

[ this face. ]

So you are curious.

[hischair]

Can I leave medbay now?

[medicos]

[ he's going to be smug for the rest of the day. thanks, jim. ]

Go right ahead, Captain.

[hischair]

[ Grumpyass captain for the rest of the day. Thanks, Bones. ]

You can file all those outstanding reports tonight, Doctor.

[medicos]

[ if smugness can be projected in writing, that's what jim will be reading when he receives them. ]

Gladly.

[hischair]

And I want full, up-to-date medical examinations carried out on the crew within forty-eight hours.

[ It's good to be captain. ]

[medicos]

Okay.

[ aha, where do you think you're going, jim? he's pulling you back. ]

Let's start with you, Captain.

[hischair]

[ fUCK ]

Not me. Bones, get off.