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24 - Voice

[Filtered to Security, viewable by Kirk]

[Sounding eeever so slightly wasted from pain/sadistic glee/adrenaline]

Hey. Hey. Someone needs to come peel Picard Jr. off the floor of the bow common room on Level 2. He was trashing the place, I told him to knock it off, he attacked me, I defended myself blah blah blah.

I'd do it myself but I'm kind of injured. On which note, I'm pretty sure all the blood on the furniture is mine.

[Private to Kirk]

You sober right now? I know the Infirmary is like twenty yards away but I can't exactly walk.

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Shego nods, letting go of him gradually and leaning heavily on her good leg as she sits down.

"Thanks," she mutters. Just as an afterthought.

Bones, as it turns out, chose that moment to emerge from the office, PADD in one hand. "I can hear you two squabbling from-"

He also chose that moment to look up and get an eyeful of Shego, step quickening as he walked over. "Jesus, what the hell happened?" He glanced over Jim, no visible issues besides a nasty hangover, before focusing on Shego.

"She got into a fight. Didn't pull her phaser fast enough. The usual," Kirk says before Shego can say anything. There's no need to tell Bones that Shinzon did it, if only to spare Shego that lecture.

"Her ankle's broken I think. That's the worst of the damage."

"I'm not a kid at the doctor's office, Jimmy, and I can still talk," Shego says, shooting him a glare, then continues reluctantly. "But yeah, he's pretty much got it all down there. This," she gestures at the glancing cut across her forehead, "stings like heck but it's not all that deep or anything."

"Heaven forbid we have a calm moment arounnnd here." McCoy said as he kneeled to get a better look at her ankle, examining it gingerly. "Who was it this time?"

"Shinzon," Shego says, before Kirk can stop her. "Security business. He was being a jerk. And don't say this time like I get into fights every other week."

Kirk shoots her a look for that. Maybe he will bring up Princess Kimmy now.

"He's confusing you with me again," he says instead, avoiding McCoy's eye just in case.

"Shinzon? That 'Reman' bastard that tried to drown you?" McCoy looked at Kirk for a moment before turning back to Shego. "Lie back, you need to keep your ankle elevated." He said, grabbing two pillows from another bed for her to put her foot on.

"And for that matter I meant there's always trouble, not that you always get into it like certain people I won't mention." James T. Kirk. He kept on with the grumbling tone as he leaves out of earshot to get ice and a splint, coming back with a mild scowl.

"He gets really mad if you call him pretty much anything except his name," Shego notes, twisting on the bed so she can lie down and prop up her leg. The pain spikes when she moves, then settles into a dull throb. "Guy's got some issues."

"Yeah, we couldn't figure that out before." Kirk grabs a chair from somewhere and pulls it up next to the bed, sitting on it, so he's straddling the back.

"Is she gonna live, doc?"

"She'll be fine if she stays off that foot of hers for a while." McCoy answered, packing the ice and putting it carefully on the swell of her ankle. "Hold that there- and I'm not surprised. Everyone's been in a mood lately thanks to that latest flood." He turned to set up the splint.

"Don't say 'she' like I'm not here," Shego says, scowling. "Are you gonna drug me before resetting that or do I just have to bite down on something?" Yes, analgesics are better than unnecessary pain.

"You can have my hand to squeeze and try and break my fingers if you want."

"Both of you pipe down. Jim, go get my med pack." McCoy gestured across the Infirmary where it lay. "Lord, he's impossible. I don't know how you put up with it." He was an equal opportunity 'talking about someone like they weren't there' kind of guy.

"You like me a little bit or something there, Bones?" Kirk said, winking at the doctor before he gets up to go fetch the med pack needed.

Shego slumped back and threw an arm over her eyes. "Would you keep it in the bedroom, sport? I'm in enough pain already."

McCoy looked up for a moment to spare Jim a sharp look for his trouble. He spared Shego any returned banter on the matter, it only egged Jim on he found, though then again what didn't egg the stubborn brat on.

He took small scanner from his pocket and ran it over Shego's ankle, regarding the results before moving it to her torso and head. "Little bastard is stronger than I thought." He mused, turning away again.

"Bones, you don't have any faith in my ability to defend myself do you?" Kirk asked, disregarding Shego's request that he keep the flirting to himself. It was like breathing. He couldn't really say a sentence without flirting.

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