[ you are dead. jesus. bones would have scolded him, berated his callousness and lack of understanding of the human emotion, but there it is, and between antagonizing spock for his (seeming) lack of humanity and taking care of jim when he falls, his choice has always been clear. he is there by jim's side in an instant, hands around him to support jim to keep him standing up in case he falls, forehead pressed against his temple and mouth near his ears, saying words that he hopes jim can still hear clearly (and perhaps spock as well, with his vulcan ears). ]

Breathe, Jim. You're alive. You're fine. You're alive. [ these are echoes of things he's already said, things he's confirmed. he's seen it coming a mile away; jim is strong, resilient, but he is stubborn. he never listened, and bones is tired of saying the same things over and over again but still getting the same results. he never pushed jim into admitting that he hasn't been fine since he woke up here, but he doesn't think that this was going to happen like this. ] Remember what I said. Everything's going to be fine, Jim. Trust me.

[ he turns to spock, trying not to be angry, but the heat of his gaze says enough: ] Make yourself useful, Commander. Help me take him somewhere private.