It's like a throbbing toothache of the mind [OPEN]
WHO: Leonard McCoy adoctornotamuseand anyone willing to help him.
WHAT: Bones' second nightmare. 8(
WHERE: McCoy's home
WHEN: Today, Evening
These past weeks had just been a pain in the ass for McCoy. He barely went home, treating everyone who had a dream about being stabbed or having their arms snapped like twigs. Leonard never had to deal with so many patients all at once. Finally, he was able to take a break and go home. As he changed into more comfortable clothing, a voice in the back of his mind questioned if going to sleep was a good idea. Everyone else who slept came out on fire or covered in blood. Bones shook his head. He didn't have any tramatic memories. (Just some sucky ones.) Plus, the first one he had was altered. Another thing he wondered was that maybe, since he already had one, he could sleep peacefully.
Setting his journal on the table next to his bed, Leonard slowly drifted off to sleep.
The room was dark and surrounded in equipment. I looked more like a lab. There was Kirk, Spock, himself and a girl that he had never seen before. The three Enterprise officers were having a conversation and McCoy could tell that they were older than he remembered. Everyone's voices were muffled and difficult to understand. Then, Leonard quickly injected his Captain with his hypospray. He watched him pass out on the bed set up and turned to Spock. As the Vulcan began to speak, the words grew more clear.
"On the contrary," Spock said. "I'm quite greatful for it. The captain will be spared the strain of making the decision." The voice muffled again, clearing every now and then. "The choice would have been the captain's. Now, it is mine."
His breathing grew heavier. There was something wrong. Leonard could tell that there was something worrying Spock. If there was something that worried Spock, then-
Next thing he knew, McCoy had injected Spock too with the hypospray. It had to be done. He couldn't have let those two be the ones... McCoy glanced up at the girl, who met his eyes. The girl's eyes filled with concern but seconds later, two alien men appeared.
"The choice has been made." He told them quickly. Before leaving, he stared back at the girl. "You stay here with my friends. They'll take care of you." He paused. "Do you understand?" Still, he recieved no response from her.
"Come on." One of the alien men said.
Minutes later, he was chained up, hanging from the ceiling. "Doctor, please understand that there was no other way to accomplish our purpose." McCoy couldn't even look at them. Turning his head, he found a container with his name on it. Growling to himself, he took one last look at the aliens.
"Get on with it." He snapped at the men. They raised their hands and instantly, waves of pain passed through Bones. He began to twinge from the pain, but as it got worse, he could no longer move. His mind became clouded. He couldn't think anymore. He couldn't feel anything. All McCoy knew was the pure agony he was experiencing. Multiple times, screams of torture escaped his lips but were heard by no one, not even himself. If only there was a way-
Leonard writhed in his bed. He was experiencing the same pain from in his dream. McCoy groaned and cried out, searching for an escape. Rolling around, McCoy fell to the floor. As he moved about, the wounds from his torture appeared on his body. The bruising, the cuts, they all tainted his face and after minutes, Bones was barely aware of anything around him. He was dying. He needed help.
WHAT: Bones' second nightmare. 8(
WHERE: McCoy's home
WHEN: Today, Evening
These past weeks had just been a pain in the ass for McCoy. He barely went home, treating everyone who had a dream about being stabbed or having their arms snapped like twigs. Leonard never had to deal with so many patients all at once. Finally, he was able to take a break and go home. As he changed into more comfortable clothing, a voice in the back of his mind questioned if going to sleep was a good idea. Everyone else who slept came out on fire or covered in blood. Bones shook his head. He didn't have any tramatic memories. (Just some sucky ones.) Plus, the first one he had was altered. Another thing he wondered was that maybe, since he already had one, he could sleep peacefully.
Setting his journal on the table next to his bed, Leonard slowly drifted off to sleep.
The room was dark and surrounded in equipment. I looked more like a lab. There was Kirk, Spock, himself and a girl that he had never seen before. The three Enterprise officers were having a conversation and McCoy could tell that they were older than he remembered. Everyone's voices were muffled and difficult to understand. Then, Leonard quickly injected his Captain with his hypospray. He watched him pass out on the bed set up and turned to Spock. As the Vulcan began to speak, the words grew more clear.
"On the contrary," Spock said. "I'm quite greatful for it. The captain will be spared the strain of making the decision." The voice muffled again, clearing every now and then. "The choice would have been the captain's. Now, it is mine."
His breathing grew heavier. There was something wrong. Leonard could tell that there was something worrying Spock. If there was something that worried Spock, then-
Next thing he knew, McCoy had injected Spock too with the hypospray. It had to be done. He couldn't have let those two be the ones... McCoy glanced up at the girl, who met his eyes. The girl's eyes filled with concern but seconds later, two alien men appeared.
"The choice has been made." He told them quickly. Before leaving, he stared back at the girl. "You stay here with my friends. They'll take care of you." He paused. "Do you understand?" Still, he recieved no response from her.
"Come on." One of the alien men said.
Minutes later, he was chained up, hanging from the ceiling. "Doctor, please understand that there was no other way to accomplish our purpose." McCoy couldn't even look at them. Turning his head, he found a container with his name on it. Growling to himself, he took one last look at the aliens.
"Get on with it." He snapped at the men. They raised their hands and instantly, waves of pain passed through Bones. He began to twinge from the pain, but as it got worse, he could no longer move. His mind became clouded. He couldn't think anymore. He couldn't feel anything. All McCoy knew was the pure agony he was experiencing. Multiple times, screams of torture escaped his lips but were heard by no one, not even himself. If only there was a way-
Leonard writhed in his bed. He was experiencing the same pain from in his dream. McCoy groaned and cried out, searching for an escape. Rolling around, McCoy fell to the floor. As he moved about, the wounds from his torture appeared on his body. The bruising, the cuts, they all tainted his face and after minutes, Bones was barely aware of anything around him. He was dying. He needed help.