Can you maybe write some depressed!Mccoy? And Jim tries to help as much as he can? We don't get enough of Jim helping Bones, it's always vice versa.
This is it. This is the day you give up.
Len was staring over the mountainous folds of his pillowcase. He swallowed roughly as his thoughts spun around, circling over and over back to the same conclusion. He couldn’t get out of bed. No matter how much he willed, tried to convince, or berated himself, he just couldn’t get his body to cooperate.
“Bones?” Jim’s curious voice was sharp in Len’s ears. He didn’t respond, didn’t turn, didn’t even pretend to be asleep, he just kept staring across the rumpled sheets. “Oh, Bones…”
Hot, fat, tears slipped down over Len’s face as he felt the edge of the bed sink under Jim’s weight. He blinked them away, but a new wave rush forward when Jim’s hand reached down to stroke his hair back.
“Today hard?” Jim had lowered his voice, but it still grated painfully in Len’s head, leaving a itch in the back of his throat. Len pressed his face into the pillow and prayed for Jim to just leave and to stay at the same time. He needed the warm comfort of Jim’s body and presence, but if Jim started to try and comfort him Len was sure he’d break completely.
Carefully Jim lay down next to him and wrapped a strong arm around his waist, placing a soft kiss to the back of Len’s neck. “Let me know when you need something okay?”
After a long pause Len nodded. Slowly, but steadily.
“Okay.” Jim kissed his neck again and hummed softly. “Just let me know.”
Len relaxed into Jim’s arms and closed his eyes, swallowing hard against the emptiness in his chest. Today was hard, but Jim was there and, when Len was ready, Jim would assure him it would be okay.
