[ jim hasn't been sleeping well since he woke up from the coma. whether it's nightmares or just his body hating him, he wakes up at least once a night now. this time it was dreams of khan killing pike the same way he'd killed admiral marcus. he doesn't wake with a start, something he's grateful for, since bones is snoring away nearby. but once he's awake he finds it hard to clear his head.
he heads out of his room and down to the kitchen, stopping briefly to turn the thermostat up a few degrees. once he's there, he warms up some milk in a glass for himself and puts a little bit in the dish for charlie, the cat. it's an old remedy from when he was a kid. and, truth be told, he feels a little childish for turning to it now. it helps though, and that's really all that matters.
carefully peeling back the curtains, he looks out the kitchen window. there's fresh snow on the ground. the fall must have stopped recently, because there's not even an animal track marring the great expanse of white that stretches out around the house. everything is still and quiet, save for the hum of the radiator and the gentle lapping as charlie drinks his milk.
jim downs the rest of his own drink and creeps back upstairs. quietly as can be, he opens the door to the room he's put bones up in. luckily, the hinges don't creak as they're sometimes wont to do. jim pads over to the bed and reaches down to gently shake bones' shoulder. ]
Hey. Wake up. [ he whispers, hoping that means he won't startle bones awake. ]
/chinhands
he heads out of his room and down to the kitchen, stopping briefly to turn the thermostat up a few degrees. once he's there, he warms up some milk in a glass for himself and puts a little bit in the dish for charlie, the cat. it's an old remedy from when he was a kid. and, truth be told, he feels a little childish for turning to it now. it helps though, and that's really all that matters.
carefully peeling back the curtains, he looks out the kitchen window. there's fresh snow on the ground. the fall must have stopped recently, because there's not even an animal track marring the great expanse of white that stretches out around the house. everything is still and quiet, save for the hum of the radiator and the gentle lapping as charlie drinks his milk.
jim downs the rest of his own drink and creeps back upstairs. quietly as can be, he opens the door to the room he's put bones up in. luckily, the hinges don't creak as they're sometimes wont to do. jim pads over to the bed and reaches down to gently shake bones' shoulder. ]
Hey. Wake up. [ he whispers, hoping that means he won't startle bones awake. ]