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[leftwithmybones]

Someone is breathing on him.

No. McCoy shifts slightly and tries to push the weight off him. He doesn't remember going out to the bar or talking to anyone last night that could've come home with him, so he amends that 'someone' into a something. Last he checked, Plum couldn't make this much of a dent (and didn't have breath half this bad), which means that something's gone wrong. The heat's changed, too, roiling into something that's a little different than the usual.

Once he's got his eyes open, it doesn't take him very long to realize what's going on. First of all, his home has got sunlight peeking in through the wooden beams -- that's definitely wrong -- and second, there is a dog curled up on his chest.

Naturally, McCoy does what a sane person would do in this situation: blame Jim. "Jim!" he shouts, voice still rough with sleep. "What'd I tell you about strays?"

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[leftwithmybones]

He waits a few moments and debates the pros and cons of letting Jim ride a horse. Yeah, he'll probably be able to suture up any wounds, but he hasn't used any of this tech, which means that he might have have a bit of a mouthy pincushion. Still, he gestures outside, willing to let Jim ride the pony -- so to speak.

[chasedthestars]

Jim beams and shoos Lesovik into his room with some water. Maybe the dog could help them sniff Ishiah out, but Jim's not willing to risk his little hide around horses, especially when he himself has so little idea how to control them.

Not that that stops him bounding outside in excitement. "Awesome," he says again, rubbing his hands together at Bones' side. "Which one's mine?"

[leftwithmybones]

Shit, Jim's probably going to get himself paralyzed. McCoy wanders to the horses that are lingering outside the house and he's assuming that they're theirs to use. That, or they're about to steal two horses from someone and they'll be real pissed. He takes a look at a couple of them, checking them at the mouth and searching the eyes.

When he thinks he's found the calmest of them all, he gives the horse a good pat on the hind leg, gesturing to it with his chin. "This one, saddle him up," he says. "And if you die, it's not my fault."

[chasedthestars]

"I'll be fine," says Jim, who's watched the whole proceedings with a quiet smile. One only has to visit sickbay to see Bones in his element, but it's nice in a different way, watching him do something he's good at that doesn't require anyone to be bleeding out.

"You really know horses, huh? What's mine like? Did you get me the fastest?" Jim looks at the saddle splayed over a plank of wood. "Also how does this work?"

[leftwithmybones]

"The family's had a couple horses since ages back," McCoy says, arranging the saddle on his horse until he sees the trouble Jim's having. He sighs and wanders over to help, making sure that Jim's not going to get paralyzed because of one stupid mistake. "And I got you the safest one," he clarifies. "The last thing I need is to be worrying about you even more than I already do."