Felix Caelus

Exhaustion and meds do their work on both men. Someone- probably Bones - has adjusted Jim's posture and got a pillow under him by the time he wakes again. Which happens because Felix is stirring, trying to sneak to the bathroom before the painkillers wear off any more. His yelp when he puts weight on one hand wakes Jim, and there's some groggy explanations; by the time Jim insists on helping his husband go a very tired Bones has appeared and he has views about his patient roaming around unsupervised, thank you.

By the time Felix is sorted out and back in bed he's getting administered more painkillers and some replicator soup for his growling stomach. Neither he nor Jim are liable to have a serious talk in the middle of sickbay- nor does either man really have their thoughts together enough yet - so for a while they just bow to the routine of the medical staff. Jim checks his messages, returns Felix's tentative conversation, checks on how he's feeling yet when he wakes from dozing off again.

Eventually, though, the captain does have to go see to his own needs - including getting himself a replicated meal. Bones left very strict instructions. Felix is grateful for that care... even if it does leave him unable to nap again yet and stuck with nothing to do but think on the memories of his own stupidity the day before.

Stupidity. Desperation.

He still thinks he could have pulled it off.

Felix closes his eyes and sighs.