courage;;

    Kirk doesn't say anything about it, but his lips quirk up into an amused grin because he thinks it sounds a bit like something the bad guy would say in a given scenario. He listens while whats-his-face explains himself, rubbing his temple after a minute - it's not the weirdest thing that's happened, but it's pretty far up there. The legend part pleases him a little bit more than it should, though. 

When Bones sees the gold shirt and the familiar back of Jim’s head as he walks out of his office, therefore, he raises an eyebrow and looks at Chapel, who hands him a scanner, a regenerator, a UVID, and, once he’s holding all of those precariously in one hand, sticking out between his fingers, she slaps a dermal bond into the other one and gives him a shove in the back.

“Thanks, Christine.”

   He's used to making due with just the dorm attending but he knows it's more likely that Bones'll be down here today and he's proven right when Kirk tilts his head back to look at whomever was coming in and it's Bones. He turns his head back around and swings his legs up until there's something being set beside him on the bed. 

   "Morning', 'n not accident prone," he protests with a shake of his head, his legs shifting to stay still as opposed to the previous swinging. The gash on his arm was fairly medbay worthy, he'd have to admit, but he hardly thinks it's something he absolutely needed to come down for like his first officer seemed to think. 

  "Spock made m' come down here," he explains briefly after a moment, gaze shifting when a nurse walks by just for a moment before returning to Bones. 

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         She keeps the most professional stature to her walk and expression, lips pressed out in a tight line because god damn it Captain, and at that point; she realizes that she’s been around McCoy far too long, but shakes it off as she walks up to his bed. A short shake of her head followed by a loud sigh, she digs into her pocket for the tricorder, to scan his entire frame. There’s no breaks, no disease riddled muscles. It’s just a gash on his arm. 

      A scoff leaves her pressed lips and her head turns to look for the right equipment needed to sew his arm back together, and a short question escapes her.

    “By any chance, did Commander Spock send you down?”

        He does however cringe slightly when he takes notice that she's armed with hypo's because damn if he doesn't hate those things with every fiber of his being. He doesn't think she'll have to use them, unless he's missing something but they still make his nose crinkle. 

   "Mm, how'd y' guess?" He asks, an amusement dripping into his tone as he tilts his head back towards her. It's hardly secret that Jim Kirk does not go down to the medbay unless pushed, and even then not everyone on his crew manages to actually get him to go down. Generally he'll just humor them with an empty agree to go down - there's a one in five chance he actually ends up within breathing distance of the place.