It's like a throbbing toothache of the mind [OPEN]

[adoctornotamuse]

WHO: Leonard McCoy adoctornotamuseand anyone willing to help him.
WHAT: Bones' second nightmare. 8(
WHERE: McCoy's home
WHEN: Today, Evening

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[potionsandcharm]

And just as she's said, she'd arrived in a flash, and her broomstick ticked hard against the wood of the door frame as she set it aside. She'd thrown a grab-bag together in preparation for these occasions. Merlin knew Rems and Sirius were about as prone to accidents as children playing in a field of glass shards. They really couldn't be kept to their own devices-- and neither could anyone else in this city, it seemed. "Though, they can't be to blame," she mumbled as she hurried through the house, following the sound of voices off in the short distance.

She wasn't entirely sure what she had to deal with, here, and she absolutely hated the thought of leaving Roy behind. For the moment, she--

Well, that certainly wasn't true. She had a choice. She made her choice. She couldn't allow others to remain in these situations when she had the means to help

[nothing_human]

"Internal damage of an undetermined extent. I have begun treating that to the best of my ability...though there isn't much else to do aside from waiting on that. The nanites should be working on the areas of most damage first, and they are very...efficient. However, they will cease functioning and break down within twelve minutes at most."

So she had the bedside manner of a Vulcan, at least it was something. She wished she could get the tricorder to work again, but it had taken enough out of her powering it with her own bioelectric power sources that she was fairly sure she'd pass out before getting a decent reading to see how the nanites were functioning at best, and cause damage to her own systems at worst--damage that would not be easily repaired, if it were possible at all.

[shiny_side]

The new person squeezing by her to get into the room barely registered. Kaylee was still trying to process half the stuff Seven had said. Her mind was racing but not finding a clear track - EMH? Nanites?? People with circuits in their skin! - until she heard Seven telling the other woman a time frame

[potionsandcharm]

The news was certainly not good. Nothing internal was ever good.

Lily fished through her satchel and procured a bottle of potion, uncorked it, and held it out toward him. "Nanites," she repeated to herself, unable to quell her curiosity. "Drink this. It's vile and putrid, not at all your mum's lemonade, but it will help."

Damn it, Sirius. Call her to a situation she wasn't sure she'd be any help at resolving. She had yet to test her healing potions so widely. The past few days, she'd gone so through so much she wound up setting another brew up in her potions pantry.

"...Waiting is about all any of us can do," Lily replied to the girl, offering a weak smile. "With our help, he'll be fine, but he'll need your support, too. You'd be amazed what all forms love can do. It's a very powerful thing."

[adoctornotamuse]

Whatever they were all talking about, Leonard listened to none of it. He tried for a few seconds but gave up quickly. It wasn't something he needed to worry about at the moment.

His head lazily turned to Kaylee and the hand she had been holding. It was somewhat amusing to see how each person reacted to someone being at the verge of death. "It'll be okay." He repeated to her in a soft voice. Of course, McCoy couldn't manage a higher voice.

McCoy turned his head to the red head he was unfamiliar with. "Thank you." He reached his hand out, grabbing the bottle. "Thank you." He repeated again. McCoy held it to his mouth, trying to take a sip but he could barely move. The small drops that landed on toungue made the man almost gag. "Wh-What did you say... this was?" He asked her.

[shiny_side]

The red-headed woman's words rang true in Kaylee's mind. Love had gotten Simon and River a place in the crew. It kept Inara, and consequently Mal, in business and put food on the table. Hell, sometimes love was the only thing kept Serenity flying.

And if Mr. McCoy hadn't loved being a doctor enough to stick with it at least up 'til now, she wouldn't be here for him. Kaylee let go of the one hand and gingerly took the bottle from his other one.

"It's like Motor-Oil," she coaxed, bringing it to his lips. "The blackest, greasiest doubleshot a' 'shine us mechanics kin brew. You just toss it back quicklike, an' you'll be feelin' it in no time. Bottoms up."