#we can also toss this in another verse depending on where it goes - i'm just defaulting it

[endeavvor]

❛  sometimes people just deserve to be stabbed. ❜

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃

Jim's response is a breathy laugh. He is doubled over slightly, hand pressed to his abdomen, low, just over the jutting of one hip bone. Blood is running through the tips of his fingers where he's failing to stem the bleeding as he's broken rule number one of any penetrative object: do not remove it.

McCoy can, and will, yell at him later.

"I didn't mean me." He breathes out heavily, nostrils flaring, and he forces himself upright. "Though your commentary is absolutely fascinating on the subject, thank you."