Random Turbolift - Day 38 (evening) - [private/unfinished]
It was late in the day, and felt even later for one Doctor Leonard McCoy, CMO. Never more than lately was he so damn aware of his status on ship. Mainly because his status had gone from slightly feared Grumpy Medical Bastard to just plain ol' That Bastard. A few days later, and people were still giving him the hairy eyeball over the faked emergency he'd pulled with Scotty and Jim. Jesus on whole wheat, when were people gonna get over that? Wasn't that long ago most all of them had been cadets. Everyone should still remember what tests were like.
And thanks to this test, it was clear now that the crew was ready for the next big emergency. Most everyone had done fantastic. They should take pride in that. Instead of taking it out on his hide.
Still, the glares. The cold shoulders. The petty little formalities.
Leonard never wished true, intentional bad will on friends. But right now? He sure hoped Scotty and Jim were getting as much flack for this. Because misery did love company. And he was tired of being the sole target to practice on.
Steadily stewing in those juices and others -- speaking of less than fantastic performances, he had to figure out what to do about Anderson; he was also getting concerned about the continuing lack of word from Joanna -- he stepped onto the turbolift when it finally arrived. Didn't really pay attention to who was on board. Again, it'd been a long day. He just wanted some time alone in a less hostile environment.
There were enough gears grinding away in his head. The faint groaning sound of the lift as it descended was easy to miss.
And thanks to this test, it was clear now that the crew was ready for the next big emergency. Most everyone had done fantastic. They should take pride in that. Instead of taking it out on his hide.
Still, the glares. The cold shoulders. The petty little formalities.
Leonard never wished true, intentional bad will on friends. But right now? He sure hoped Scotty and Jim were getting as much flack for this. Because misery did love company. And he was tired of being the sole target to practice on.
Steadily stewing in those juices and others -- speaking of less than fantastic performances, he had to figure out what to do about Anderson; he was also getting concerned about the continuing lack of word from Joanna -- he stepped onto the turbolift when it finally arrived. Didn't really pay attention to who was on board. Again, it'd been a long day. He just wanted some time alone in a less hostile environment.
There were enough gears grinding away in his head. The faint groaning sound of the lift as it descended was easy to miss.