Felix Caelus

Jim won't get to linger there terribly long before he's being silently tugged back and away from the bedside. Leonard says nothing as he leads Jim back into his office for a moment, not until he's shut the door at least.

"What's he doing to my patient, Jim?" Leonard isn't going to argue much that Jim's brought Stratos here. He's a family man himself and knows most of the crew would be tripping over themselves to have the chance to see their loved ones in person when they're recovering for some familial comfort. "Setting aside he hasn't been cleared to be on the ship or gotten his goddamn shots like Felix has....what was all of that about magical effects? What got ahold of him, Jim?"

And again Jim wants to lash out for being taken away from Felix's side. His fatigue slams up against him and Leonard can see the exact moment Jim's carefully crafted veneer of control shatters apart.

"I don't fucking know what happened, Bones, and that's part of the problem, alright?!" Jim is bristling, his hands flexing at his sides as even the thought of pacing makes him dizzy with his exhaustion. His longest and closest friend brushes aside the snap with a sigh.

"You know more than I do."

"One of his spells...I think...reacted badly. S'what burned him. Stratos is making sure he's not screwed for spellcasting going forward." Jim drags his hands through his hair and tries not to swear for how his fingers tremble.

"Put yourself back together, Jim. We can't leave them unsupervised. I need to take notes on what Stratos is doing with your husband right now." In case any of that voodoo is going to affect his treatment, god forbid. The doctor heads toward the door of his office before glancing back at Jim. He should probably pull a chair up next to Felix's bed before Jim passes out.

He leaves Jim to pick up the pieces of his demeanor before slipping back between the thin curtains they've pulled around the kid's bed. He touches Stratos' shoulder gently.

"What's with the light show?"