[bonescharotic] For once, it's Leonard in the biobed, his face ashen and eyes dull, monitors beeping dangerously around him. “C’mon," he says, voice soft with exhaustion. His hand closes over Jim's. "Read me something. Just like old times.”
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It’s never good when it’s not him hanging around the edge of death. It hurts more, and stinks of his failure- as a friend, as a captain, as a decent human being that strove to keep others out of his shoes. Especially his friends. Especially goddamn Bones.
He paused a moment, thumb running gently, carefully, but with the firmness of his feigned confidence. It was easier to pretend to not recognize what every noise from the bed meant; but his own experiences had shattered any such ignorance, faster than being friends with a doctor.
“I don’t have anything on me,” he informed his friend as he pushed cheerfulness into his voice, firmly ignoring the fact that his time was running out and that sooner rather than later, he’d have to head back up to the bridge and do what he did best. “but that doesn’t really mean anything. Mm, let me see…”
He hummed a moment before taking a breath, eyes closing and voice dropping until it was barely audible over the noise of the bay, thumb tapping out the metre almost absently.
“So, we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright…”
