"That's okay," says Jim, still smiling at him, "I trust you." He shifts one of the arms Bones is meant to be tending, dragging his own hand through his hair, but even with the drug it doesn't feel nearly as good as when Bones did it.
Jim lets it drops with disappointment. "Just don't have the magic hands," he tells himself.
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Jim lets it drops with disappointment. "Just don't have the magic hands," he tells himself.