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ROSE: Heeeeeey yuo
KIRK: And are you having a good evening, Rose?
ROSE: Mmhmm. Drinsk are niiiice.
KIRK: I can imagine.
ROSE: Duuude I was pregnant for like over a year in weird creepy time universe traveling times. That's a looooot of misssed alcohols.
KIRK: I don't think I have to go that long, but being boozeless sucks.
KIRK: Is Molly still wanting to use the one doctor guy for target practice?
ROSE: Mostly, she's ranting, but yeah, I think so. Remind me again why that's a bad idea?
KIRK: No one has enough money to bail the four of you out for attempted murder and accessory to attempted murder? Also, if I try and sleep without Nyota being here it really doesn't go well and none of you want to subject me to that.
ROSE: Okay, you got me there.
ROSE: Nightmares?
KIRK: Yeah, though it's more like night terrors. I think it's more like I'm afraid I won't wake up again if I sleep alone.
ROSE: I get it, believe me. Died twice, watched the love of my life die twice- well, sort of three times, if you count the time I thought I'd killed him for good. None of it's easy to cope with. I know it's not exactly the same as what you're dealing with, but I'd honestly be more worried if you were totally fine after what you've been through.
KIRK: That makes me feel better. At least I know it's not totally weird
ROSE: The physical injuries are the easy ones to get over. The other stuff... there's no magic that can heal that except maybe time. The more times you wake up and find everything is still okay, the more you start to believe it, but I don't know if it ever really goes away. Not completely.
ROSE: Sorry, that's probably not very comforting.
KIRK: In a way it is. I think it will be easier when things get less easily confused in my head.
ROSE: Well, you were in a coma for almost two weeks. You looked like shit, too. Even the physical stuff's probably going to take awhile unless you get someone to heal you.
KIRK: I'm seriously considering it. Not that I mind laying in bed watching movies, but the casts and bandages itch
ROSE: Lissa would do it, you know, if you wanted her to. Especially if I asked, but she'd do it anyway. She can't really help it.
KIRK: I'd like that. Should I ask, or do you want to?
ROSE: I can ask her. I can pretty much guarantee she'll be up for it.
KIRK: Thanks. I appreciate it.
ROSE: Hey, don't mention it. We're friends. You'd do it for me.
KIRK: You know I would in a heartbeat.
ROSE: I know. At least this is something I can do. When you were [...] I was helpless Or I can get Lissa to, anyway. Then we can get back to me kicking your ass in the gym.
KIRK: Deal. And then we can do the dinner and drinks to celebrate the end of your year-long pregnancy.
ROSE: Yesssss. Excellent plan.
ROSE: Your hot doctor friend says I have to go home now. Try and get some rest, mmmkay?
KIRK: I will.
KIRK: You might not want to voice the opinion on Bones's appearance while Molly is itching to throw her knives. I'm just saying, Bones told me she threatened to autopsy Sherlock alive for some reason, and that's her best friend. If she gets jealous, I hate to see what she'd do to you.
ROSE: Please, Molly knows I only have real eyes for one guy.
KIRK: Yes, but we've never really dealt with angry drunk Molly before. I don't know about you, but I would be watching what I say.
ROSE: Well, you know, I like to live dangerously.