[ It's getting to the point where he's certain Bones will bodily toss him into an ambulance if he insists on staying home much longer. The pain is interspersed through wakefulness and dreaming, but the recent batch of whatever-the-hell he's been pumped full of is managing to numb the pain to the point where it just feels weird where it should hurt, insides churning in a way that makes him sit up and sweat just from the effort of maintaining the position. He's had enough of trying to do that for one day, so when Pavel enters it's enough of a surprise to keep Jim laid out where he is, attention diverting from the open window (because he might be sick, but he certainly doesn't have to smell like it). ]
Chekov. [ A grin broadens across his lips, eyes crinkling. ] You're still up and running? That's good.
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Chekov. [ A grin broadens across his lips, eyes crinkling. ] You're still up and running? That's good.