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[starwhore]

Guess I'm gonna have to carry you there.

[He shakes his head.]

Unless you feel like using me as a crutch to hobble around?

[slapdash]

[ He gives a shrug, ]

That's how I've been getting around. Might need you to take more of my weight, if you think you can handle it.

[starwhore]

If I think I can handle it. Pssh. C'mere--

[Peter helps Kirk up, trying to be as gentle as he can, but he'll probably hit some bruises or sore spots without meaning to. Arm around Kirk's middle, he lets him get an arm up around his own shoulders and will take whatever amount of leaning the other needs.]

You can set the pace. We'll have the doctors clean you up and patch you up. Then you can tell me what the hell happened.

[slapdash]

[ Jim bites back making any noises at the pain when Peter gets him up, but he can tell the other man is making an effort to be easy on him.

On their way out, he can't help commenting, ]

I still can't believe you went looking for me...

[starwhore]

[Peter raises a brow, glancing at Kirk as they walk.]

Huh? Really? I mean it was pretty suspicious. There was blood, Jim. You didn't answer your phone either, which was kind of strange. Don't know you that well, but didn't seem right.

[His other hand rests on Kirk's chest here and there, as they walk, to stabilize him more.]

[slapdash]

Yeah but... You say you're an outlaw and shit.

[ He then shakes his head slightly. ]

Forget it, I don't know what I'm saying right now. I want painkillers.

[starwhore]

Ravager. Find shit all over the galaxy, sometimes that means stealing. Pissing off a lotta people. So yeah, 'outlaw'.

[Does that make him unable to worry about people? Or care? Or do anything good?]

You got it, Captain.

[When they get to the clinic they'll get whoever is there to have a look at Kirk. Peter sitting off to the side, watching.]

You gonna make it?