I want the red string of fate! *climbs on head*
20; Our muses are destined to heal each other, be it mind, body or soul. [[ Fem!Bones ]
Jim grumped out his frustrations. His usual 'I'm fine', 'I can take care of myself', 'I've got this' ran deaf to his CMO's ears. And from the lost count of injuries Jim had obtained from missions, he couldn't rightly accuse her own complaints of 'Shup up' and 'Dammit Jim'.
She was a constant variable in his life. Her there by him, tending to the fallen blood and bruising marks.
"Thanks," he always murmured into their bed at night. "Thank you, Bones."