[Kirk is back! Though the Barge stole him back while he sleeping because it's an evil, evil entity. Why so late at in the day? Ship's time on the Enterprise is weird
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[Ok, now he sounds just mad.] Now you listen here, I'm your primary physician and the Chief Medical Officer of your ship. I will bitch, growl and say whatever I damned well please if I find it within the rights of my profession.
Now either tell me the nature of your injury or forward M'Benga's report. Whatever you choose I'm on my way over.
[McCoy's icy mood quickly vanished upon reading the report, hurrying down the halls with a strong scowl over his face, medical pack full and PADD under his arm. A spear, the reckless bastard had been hit with a damned spear of all things and then had a reaction to something on the spear. Thank god for M'Benga, on his own it could have- McCoy's scowl deepened as he reached Kirk's room and opened the door.
He was fully prepared to give a sharp, angry speech but on catching sight of Kirk he couldn't help letting out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He walked forward, pulling his scanner out of his bag and running it over Kirk's torso.] A spear wound, of all the god damned things...
[Jim just sighs and rolls his eyes, letting Bones fuss because he doesn't have it in him to struggle and run away at the moment. Maybe the yellow ones were the pain pills.]
Would you trust me? I've been treating you long enough to know what I'm doing. [McCoy snapped, adjusting the hypospray and placing it against Kirk's neck.] I know trusting me is apparently hard for you. Maybe we can try the professional level and work our way up. [He said as he released the spray.]
Really? All those years of medical school must have confused me. [McCoy glared back.] I know what I'm doing, I made the mixture myself, so unless you want to question my professional knowledge and judgment more put a damned sock in it.
[So Kirk, very maturely, doesn't say anything. For about two minutes and then he nods towards the door.] "If we're just being professional, then I want some time alone. I need my sleep."
[McCoy didn't want to admit how tempting the offer was to just storm out. It wasn't like Jim hadn't set the precedent of leaving like he had a few days ago and god knew McCoy had set a precedent in his own life for running in such matters. Despite that, despite the anger every thing he knew of Kirk told him that leaving was probably the worst thing he could do for the other man.
He stood in place, glaring down at the man, arms crossing then lowering before his expression turned less sharp at the edges, more simply ragged and tired.] You should have taken someone with you- me or Uhura or that damned Spock. Why the hell didn't you? We're your crew Jim, you need to trust us.
"Is that why you're throwing this bitch fit?" [Jim scowls at him for a long moment.] "I didn't have time, for one and it was just some negotiation thing. I had no way of telling that this--" [A gesture at his wound] "--would happen. You were working here. I didn't need you on the Enterprise."
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You don't sound happy to see me.
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I just need the pills. M'Benga already fixed me up. And you can send Peter if you're just going to bitch and growl the whole time.
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Now either tell me the nature of your injury or forward M'Benga's report. Whatever you choose I'm on my way over.
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He was fully prepared to give a sharp, angry speech but on catching sight of Kirk he couldn't help letting out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He walked forward, pulling his scanner out of his bag and running it over Kirk's torso.] A spear wound, of all the god damned things...
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"It wasn't my fault."
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He stood in place, glaring down at the man, arms crossing then lowering before his expression turned less sharp at the edges, more simply ragged and tired.] You should have taken someone with you- me or Uhura or that damned Spock. Why the hell didn't you? We're your crew Jim, you need to trust us.
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