Felix Caelus

He's too tired to squirm for long when Jim insists on holding him steady. Eventually he slumps into his husband's arms and lets himself be supported. He's in no state to argue and part of him is honestly happy to sink into the relief of having someone here to help.

He's fuzzy on what's happening until Leonard is there, an extra pair of hands hauling him up despite his confused flailing (he's trying to help, really he is). Something something clothes... right. Right, he can't go around the ship in his leathers, though he can't really help with the unclasping and unbuckling there.

"...'Kay." A deep breath, unaware of how very pale his face is. Focus, he needs to be lucid for this part. "Sorry f'r... getting you out of bed, doctor."

There's less swearing from Leonard than he was expecting, but Felix is grateful for the doctor's brisk attitude. His calm makes this feel more manageable, though no less awkward as they try to get Felix changed. The Imperial tries to focus on listening to Leonard like he's told, moving to help with the undressing. He still has to bite his lip hard to choke down the whine when they clip against one of his hands by accident.

Felix has never been quite so grateful that shipboard dress is light and - in the case of the meditation clothes Jim tosses over to the bed - loose enough to get on without so much trouble. It would be embarrassing to be so helpless, if his dignity wasn't sliding rapidly to the bottom of his concerns right now. At least he'll be pretty much decent when Chapel knocks on the door.

His eyes are on Jim, though. Jim who's unbuckling his own leathers, Jim who definitely isn't going back there. He's not sure what to say but when he catches his husband's eye Felix tries to look reassuring.