[ Jim has already scrubbed his hands pink by the time he registers what Spock has said, grabs the towel to clean the bit of blood off his torso that soaked through, and returns to the doorway to take the shirt from his friend. His brow furrows, mouth drawn in a tight line, and he shakes his head slowly. ]
I don't want to rest right now.
[ He shuffles towards the bed, pulling the shirt over his head, and takes a seat again. He feels---lost. He half knows where he is and half doesn't. After a few long moments, he looks up at Spock. ]
I thought I left this nightmare behind 13 years ago, Spock. This shouldn't---
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I don't want to rest right now.
[ He shuffles towards the bed, pulling the shirt over his head, and takes a seat again. He feels---lost. He half knows where he is and half doesn't. After a few long moments, he looks up at Spock. ]
I thought I left this nightmare behind 13 years ago, Spock. This shouldn't---