*blood trigger warning (accidental injury)* 

A/N: officially done with Kirk/Spock/Bones' makeup/breakup mini series thing! hope you guys liked this, it was fun to write :P I did get requests for chekov, so hopefully I'll be able to do his breakup/reaction/makeup thing soon. As well as his christmas special (so much Chekov to write)

Live long and may the odds be ever in your favor, 
-Annora

Kirk gently pulled the bottle from Bones' grip, setting it on a high shelf across the room. 

"Hey, she's gonna come around, okay? She cares about you" Kirk said softly

Bones snorted, and buried his face in his arms.

"C'mon, you can't stay here all night" Kirk offered

"I'm sure (y/n) is back in our room, and I don't want her to see me like this" Bones muttered

"You can't stay here all night Bonesy" Kirk argued

"Fine" Bones grumped, slowly rising to his feet and wandering out the door

"Umm.... Bonesy, where are you going?" Kirk asked, trailing him. 

Bones made a vague noise and continued down the hallway. Kirk sighed in frustration, but followed him nonetheless. 

Without a word, Bones led Kirk to one of the rec rooms and punched the keycode in the door

"Bonesy, you know you're welcome in my room, you don't have to stay here-" 

"No offence Jim, but I want to be alone" Bones cut him off as the door beeped and the lock clicked free. 

The room was dark, eerie shadows cast over the furniture. The room was empty, save for one figure curled up on one of the couches, a small blanket thrown over their shoulders and facing away from the door. 

"Who's that?" Kirk whispered, 

"Well how the hell should I know?" Bones snapped in a low voice

"easy Bonesy. Imma go look" Kirk whispered again,

"Jim, don't-" but it was in vain, as he was already padding softly across the carpet. Bones trailed after him, rolling his eyes. 

When they were standing over said figure, Kirk carefully reached down and pulled the blanket away from their face. Though it was dark, they both could make out that it was you. Makeup smudged across your eyes and hands pulled up to your tear-stained cheeks, you were asleep with your face still furrowed in an expression of sorrow. 

Kirk made a noise of pity, then looked to Bones. His face was turned away, hand to his mouth and gently gasping breaths as he tried to keep from crying. 

"Look what I've done to her, Jim" Bones choked out. 

"I think she would say the same about you" Kirk offered. Bones sat gingerly on the edge of the cushion and ran a hand through your (h/c) hair. 

You made a soft sound in your sleep, but didn't wake. 

"Jim, I don't even know what to do" Bones said softly. 

"Which one of you usually wakes up first?" Kirk asked

"She does" Bones answered. 

"Then my advice; crash here, and hopefully she'll kinda have the same moment you had now" 

"I don't want her pity-" 

"Yeah but you need it. Otherwise she's just angry" Kirk cut him off. 

Bones was silent, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before lying down on an adjacent sofa. 

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When he woke up the next morning, he groggily opened his eyes. The first thing he did was look for you, but you were gone. 

Bones' heart shattered, but he quickly wondered why he expected anything less. He hadn't even apologized, he didn't blame you for leaving as quickly as possible. 

Not fully awake, Bones checked his watched, swore upon seeing the time, and rushed to get ready in time for his shift. 

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You both bustled about med-bay all day. Not making eye contact, only speaking if necessary. Most of the small jobs and things Bones usually had you do he diverted to other nurses. 

You two operated like this until the end of the day. You two being the last two on shift was normal, but now it just made things awkward. 

It was alright, though. You had no problem working in silence. 

That is, until you caught yourself on a cart. You were rolling it past a bio-bed and the corner caught, you crashed into the cart when it stopped abruptly, and started swearing as the pain seared through your abdomen. 

You took a look at the injury. It had torn through your blue medical dress, and you could see blood underneath. Damn the sharp edges of the cart. 

"(y/n)?" Bones came around the corner, "Jesus, what'd you do?" 

"I'm fine" you snapped, but touching at the injury made you hiss in pain. 

"You're bleeding" 

"I can patch it up myself!" 

"Let me help you" 

"no" 

"Dammit (y/n ) I'm a doctor let me help you" 

"and I'm a nurse. I've got this" 

"If things were different you'd let me help you" 

That caught you off guard. But you recovered quickly "I try not to think about the 'what if's McCoy" 

You saw the hurt in his eyes as soon as you'd said it. A pang of guilt seared though you. 

"I... Fine. Can you hand me a dermal regenerator?" you asked stiffly. 

He not only grabbed a dermal regenerator, but a pad of gauze, a vial of rubbing alcohol, and trauma shears. 

Getting down on one knee to have a better angle, he carefully cut away the fabric around the injury, leaving a good portion of your abdomen exposed. You didn't really mind, he'd seen you in less before. 

"This isn't going to be fun" he warned, pouring alcohol on the gauze. 

You nodded curtly and grit your teeth, hissing in pain when the dabbed the alcohol soaked cloth to the injury. It stung like a bitch, and tears welled in your eyes from the pain. 

"Done" he said softly as he switched the dermal regenerator on and angled it's blue glow over the wound. The sting of the alcohol went away as your skin stitched itself back together. 

"Thanks" you said stiffly as he got back to his feet. 

"Don't mention it" he said easily. As he put away the dermal regenerator, you watched his back and took a deep breath. 

"I... I'm sorry about the other day.... I shouldn't have snapped" you said softly, but your entire body stiffened in apprehension, "I, I just have a hot temper, I guess" 

"I didn't handle it well, it's my fault" Bones immediately replied. 

"So I guess, what I'm saying is, if you don't want me  hanging around or want me back I can understand and I won't-" 

He cut you off, a look of shock on his face, "What are you talking about?" 

"Yesterday. I kinda flipped the hell out and-" 

"No. Why would you think I wouldn't want you back?" He took your hands in his "Jesus, (y/n), I've been wondering how on earth I even had a chance at getting you back since you walked away" 

"Yeah okay" 

"(y/n) I mean it" his  tone was tinged with fear, and he suddenly kissed you. 

"I love you"