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[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk's been on the Infirmary job for about a day and he still doesn't find it that difficult. Yeah, there's a lot of paperworky type stuff but it's nothing compared to the level that he found himself buried under as Captain of the Enterprise.

So he's kinda bored.

That means it's time to visit with the sickies.

Kirk tosses the PADD he was fiddling with onto the desk in Bones's unofficial office and enters the Infirmary proper. With a single glance around, he decides that T'Pol is the best choice and moves to her bedside.]

"Hey T'Pol. Feeling any better?"

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[with_discipline]

[She'd been between dozing and meditation for the past hour in an effort to keep her thoughts off how she felt. Opening her eyes and turning toward Kirk, T'Pol let out a slow breath through her nose.]

Considering I was recently deceased, yes. [Which really means no, her head fucking hurts, her everything fucking hurts, and she's got dead people on the brain. But she'd rather not let Jim know any of that.

She does blink at him, though.] Where is Doctor McCoy?