Anonymous asked:
Could I request a super fluffy sick Jim refusing to leave the bridge with Spock desperately trying to get him back to his quarters because he needs to rest and get better? Pretty please?
plaidshirtjimkirk Answer:
A broken exhale forced its way out of Jim’s lips as he tightly gripped the armrests of his chair. He swallowed hard and pushed his rigid spine against the seatback, focusing intently on the main viewscreen; there was nothing unusual out there—nothing but darkness flecked with dim points of starlight. For once, space was the last thing on his mind.
‘Focus,’ Jim told himself. ‘Keep it together.’
Around him, the bridge crew busied themselves with their individual tasks, sometimes making small talk with each other to fill in for the recent lack of action; the Enterprise was en route to its next survey location and the last several days had been more than a little monotonous. Fortunately for Jim, that meant there’d been nothing of significance for anyone to report during this shift.
No one had approached him within the last half hour while his condition deteriorated, and Jim believed his mounting suffering had gone unnoticed. It was the only hint of comfort he could find now, acknowledging that in the very least, his fitness for command wasn’t up for debate.
His breaths fell short and silent, his knuckles turning white hot from the force with which his hands clenched. The artificial lighting was too bright, the frequent chimes and feedback from equipment somehow amplifying in volume and making his stomach turn. Jim’s brow tensed and his toes curled in his boots.
