[Slowly, very slowly, Jim sits up fully. Unlike Spock, he's stark naked. The bruises are obvious against his skin. He rubs at his hips, the side that primarilt got held down by Spock. There's a faint grin. As much as it hurt, there's a small part of him that's practically gleeful about the marks--like being possessed.]
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Nothing this human body can't handle.