[ Jim is quick and careful in lifting Riley up in his arms, adrenaline helping to assist, even as Hendorff does as well. He puts the feeling of blood seeping through his tunic out of his head. He tries to divorce his thoughts from those of Riley's mutterings. He can refocus later.
Right now, they have to get back to the ship. They have to get Riley help.
The younger man's hand is still gripping his shirt in a bloodied fist, and Jim is responding by rote. He knows these words. He used them before, years ago, stuck in the dust and the dirt of an alley with his best friend. ]
It's going to be okay, Riley. Bones is the best, everybody knows that. Everything's going to be fine.
[ In his head, it's an entirely different story. The oppressive nature of the crowd around him, despite being flanked by both security and Spock--- But aunt why do they have phasers if they only want to talk? There's a shout and he shifts the young man in his arms carefully, ready to offer what protection he can bodily if necessary, but it just seems to be the beginnings of upset. They can get out of there before it all goes to hell. They need to get out of there.
Then there is the whir of the transporter, the feeling of displacement that comes with it, and Bones is rushing in with nurses to take Riley from him. For a moment, it doesn't register that they are the people that they are, and he reaches out to grab at Bones's arm to stop him. He assures him, unknowing of the time and place overwhelming the other man's senses, that he's going to be fine, and manages to pry loose still.
He stands, mechanical almost in his motions, as they rush Riley out of the transporter room. Jim knows, in the back of his mind, that he's safe now. They're both safe. No one can touch either of them here, but--- He looks down at himself, there's blood on his tunic, on his hands, and he licks at suddenly dry lips. Then there's a hand on his arm, then shoulder, turning him to face Spock. He knows it's Spock, cause he can hear him talking, muted though it is by the rushing in his ears. Too smart for your own good. That's what Frank said.
His brows knit together in confusion, because he can't fully make out what his First Officer is saying. ]
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Right now, they have to get back to the ship. They have to get Riley help.
The younger man's hand is still gripping his shirt in a bloodied fist, and Jim is responding by rote. He knows these words. He used them before, years ago, stuck in the dust and the dirt of an alley with his best friend. ]
It's going to be okay, Riley. Bones is the best, everybody knows that. Everything's going to be fine.
[ In his head, it's an entirely different story. The oppressive nature of the crowd around him, despite being flanked by both security and Spock--- But aunt why do they have phasers if they only want to talk? There's a shout and he shifts the young man in his arms carefully, ready to offer what protection he can bodily if necessary, but it just seems to be the beginnings of upset. They can get out of there before it all goes to hell. They need to get out of there.
Then there is the whir of the transporter, the feeling of displacement that comes with it, and Bones is rushing in with nurses to take Riley from him. For a moment, it doesn't register that they are the people that they are, and he reaches out to grab at Bones's arm to stop him. He assures him, unknowing of the time and place overwhelming the other man's senses, that he's going to be fine, and manages to pry loose still.
He stands, mechanical almost in his motions, as they rush Riley out of the transporter room. Jim knows, in the back of his mind, that he's safe now. They're both safe. No one can touch either of them here, but--- He looks down at himself, there's blood on his tunic, on his hands, and he licks at suddenly dry lips. Then there's a hand on his arm, then shoulder, turning him to face Spock. He knows it's Spock, cause he can hear him talking, muted though it is by the rushing in his ears. Too smart for your own good. That's what Frank said.
His brows knit together in confusion, because he can't fully make out what his First Officer is saying. ]