Night 51: M41-50 Hallway
He hadn't expected to see a note to him from anyone other than his commanding officers. He'd caught the bulletin (from Dean, wasn't it?) addressed to him before the dinner shift. McCoy remembered him well enough. Rough looking kid, thought he could practice some medicine with nothing but a belt and dirty jacket, but generally had his heart in the right place. Now what was this about a gift basket?
He was prepared to turn down whatever it was anyhow. McCoy wasn't one to go on making a fuss. He was doing his job, and it wasn't for any reward or payment. He couldn't just ignore wounded, especially one that had partially resulted because of Spock's logic. There was only so far Spock could argue him down until he planted his feet and dragged them for all they were worth. Curiosity, however, was enough to make him consider going. He could check again with Dean about that friend of is, see how she was holding up.
A short stop wouldn't hurt too much in terms of time. They had their own assignments, but he didn't think it would take all that long. The doctor drew out first aid kit from the closet and opened it. He felt around for the partial map, and spreading it open on the bed, scanned it. It didn't take long to find Dean's room. M2 didn't look too out of the way.
The doctor packed up quickly and left.
[to here]
He was prepared to turn down whatever it was anyhow. McCoy wasn't one to go on making a fuss. He was doing his job, and it wasn't for any reward or payment. He couldn't just ignore wounded, especially one that had partially resulted because of Spock's logic. There was only so far Spock could argue him down until he planted his feet and dragged them for all they were worth. Curiosity, however, was enough to make him consider going. He could check again with Dean about that friend of is, see how she was holding up.
A short stop wouldn't hurt too much in terms of time. They had their own assignments, but he didn't think it would take all that long. The doctor drew out first aid kit from the closet and opened it. He felt around for the partial map, and spreading it open on the bed, scanned it. It didn't take long to find Dean's room. M2 didn't look too out of the way.
The doctor packed up quickly and left.
[to here]