( Bones keeps his eyes on the wrap's holoscreen, digesting the (backward) readout with a critical eye as Clara holds it carefully and Jim starts to work. Reluctant to have left the wound uncovered, even knowing he has to, Leonard drops his trembling hand over Jim's knee and squeezes tightly, anchoring himself to him. )
Slow passes, ( he confirms, just as Jim's doing exactly as he's supposed to, his work reflected in the holo: the torn blood vessels clot at last and begin to knit. Critical alerts start winking out on the screen, and for a second Leonard's breath hitches, nothing to do with the pain.
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Slow passes, ( he confirms, just as Jim's doing exactly as he's supposed to, his work reflected in the holo: the torn blood vessels clot at last and begin to knit. Critical alerts start winking out on the screen, and for a second Leonard's breath hitches, nothing to do with the pain.
I'm not gonna die. ) That's it.