"Bring me your sick and wounded."
It was times like this, he wished he'd stayed on Earth. Open a clinic, take in a few patients a day, go home to a nice bed afterward. He wouldn't have to worry about space diseases, or aliens, or transporters, or Jim, or anything else like that.
He wouldn't have to deal with this.
All around him were bodies, alien and bleeding. Jim said the Federation wanted them to help with injuries, to get evacuate the injured to get them help both on the planet and on the Enterprise, if needed. It was a civilization at war, but only with itself. A gruesome civil war that left bodies at his feet, blood staining the grass as buildings, trees and brush burned in fires all around them. McCoy glared at the scene, but knew there was no time to curse anything right now. He had a job to do.
"Spread out, groups of two!" He barked at his team, pointing around him. "I want everyone still breathing helped! Evacuate the critically injured to the Enterprise; they're on standby t'get y'directly to Medical. MOVE!"
His teams scattered off in pairs to help civilians and soldiers alike, no matter what side they'd been on. They were doctors, they healed people and weren't supposed to care what side anyone was on. Leave the politics to the Captain and the government of the planet. He looked around before seeing Christine. "Chapel, you're with me, c'mon." He ordered, jerking a thumb over his shoulder down the road. More people were down there, awaiting death or medical personnel. Whichever came first.
He wouldn't have to deal with this.
All around him were bodies, alien and bleeding. Jim said the Federation wanted them to help with injuries, to get evacuate the injured to get them help both on the planet and on the Enterprise, if needed. It was a civilization at war, but only with itself. A gruesome civil war that left bodies at his feet, blood staining the grass as buildings, trees and brush burned in fires all around them. McCoy glared at the scene, but knew there was no time to curse anything right now. He had a job to do.
"Spread out, groups of two!" He barked at his team, pointing around him. "I want everyone still breathing helped! Evacuate the critically injured to the Enterprise; they're on standby t'get y'directly to Medical. MOVE!"
His teams scattered off in pairs to help civilians and soldiers alike, no matter what side they'd been on. They were doctors, they healed people and weren't supposed to care what side anyone was on. Leave the politics to the Captain and the government of the planet. He looked around before seeing Christine. "Chapel, you're with me, c'mon." He ordered, jerking a thumb over his shoulder down the road. More people were down there, awaiting death or medical personnel. Whichever came first.