Medical Vertigo
Title: Medical Vertigo (1/5)
Pairing: Khan/McCoy, Side Spock/Uhura, Hint at Spock/Uhura/Kirk
Rating: T
Length: 2,674 (This part)
Category: Angst, Romance
Summary: Prompt-fill. Since Bones is pretty much the best doctor Starfleet has Marcus recruits him for Section 31 after they find Khan and his crew.
Bones is studying the cryotech and the Augments while also monitoring Khan's health.
Slowly, tentatively Bones and Khan start to trust each other and Bones ends up helping Khan to free his crew in a way that involves less people ending up dead
AN: This was requested at strek_id_kink. I can't actually find the link to the prompt itself anymore, so if anyone has managed to find it, I'd be eternally grateful! I took a few liberties to make this work, one being that the Enterprise was allowed its five year mission into deep space. This takes place before Into Darkness, but after the Helios Incident.
--[McCoy was a damn fool for thinking this was going to be a simple check up]
Leonard couldn’t help but notice that Admiral Marcus was a persuasive son of a bitch. He sighed as he hauled his medical kit with him as he was personally escorted deep into a secret underground facility by no less than six armed guards. Let Jim say what he would about his Hyposprays, he wasn’t nearly so menacing with them to warrant that much security detail.
If the Doctor was honest, he really had no idea what all this was about. Admiral Marcus had read Jim’s Captain’s log concerning the sudden outbreak of mind controlling venom that had plagued the crew of the Enterprise and claimed that McCoy was just the man he was looking for. Sure, Leonard had managed to synthesize an antidote to the Gorn venom but that didn’t make him an expert on synthesizing equipments - although being able to shoot a crazed Spock in the back with the Gorn antidote had been extremely satisfying.
The point being was his talents were being requested by the head of Starfleet to be a part of a top secret military action. Jim had made his unhappiness over losing his CMO very evident to the Admirals, but had let it go when he had been reassured that Leonard would be returned to the Enterprise before she departed on her five year mission into deep space.
So here was McCoy, being hauled back and forth like a rope in a tug-of-war battle between poorly behaved children. Just what he needed, the Admirals up his ass while they worked on god only knew what down here. He rolled his eyes as he was escorted by the burly men to a station in the middle of what appeared to be a weapons hanger.
This wasn’t a medbay and Leonard scowled as he made a point to clarify what exactly he was doing here if it wasn’t going to be tending to sick people. His words died on his lips when a tall, imposing man stepped down from a console and headed towards them, flanked on one side by Admiral Marcus himself. There was an air of frigidity between the men, and Leonard had picked up enough psychology credits to realize there was bad blood between them. The air around them was oppressive and angry, and Leonard had the distinct feeling that his arrival had interrupted a hushed argument.
“Ah, Doctor!” Admiral Marcus clapped Leonard on the shoulder, “Good of you to join us, Leonard McCoy, meet Commander John Harrison. Harrison, McCoy.” He introduced them.
“Hey there,” Leonard stuck out his hand to the new man. Harrison merely raised an elegant eyebrow at the proffered hand, an expression of distaste flickering over his eyes for a moment before he simply ignored the gesture and turned towards the Admiral. Leonard scowled at the rudeness behind the gesture. He gave the Vulcan a hard time, but at least he had an excuse - he wasn’t human. This guy had just looked at him like he was a worm.
“Is this the Dr. McCoy meant to do the analysis on the 84 pods?” Harrison asked the Admiral, his expression sharp and heavily weighted. Leonard didn’t know what the implications were behind his stare, but he thought he was bound to find out soon enough. Besides, he didn’t know anything about pods. He thought he was here to do a routine medical checkup on the staff.
Although his order papers had been a bit vague on what he would be doing.
“Yes,” Admiral Marcus gave Harrison a hard look, as if daring him to contradict him. John pressed his lips together and said nothing. He turned steel blue eyes onto McCoy, his eyes narrowed as he assessed him in his hard silence.
Leonard raised an eyebrow at the interaction and shifted his weight to steady himself under that powerful gaze. This one was going to be trouble, McCoy could just tell.
Great, just what he needed. Another Jim to run from his medical examinations. Although McCoy had the distinct feeling that this man would sooner break all the bones in McCoy’s hand than allow him to so much as check his temperature.
“Sir,” Leonard spoke up as he glanced at Admiral Marcus, hedging a wary look at Harrison, who for whatever reason was now looking amused. Leonard didn’t like it one bit, “What pods am I looking at?” He asked, not yet cranky but getting a bit restless. Not five minutes here and he was already getting antsy over what was clearly a military operation. He was a doctor not a mechanist! What use could they have for him?
Admiral Marcus waved him off for a brief moment and shook his head, giving Harrison a dry look, “Your questions will be answered soon enough. In the meantime doctor, I want you to give Harrison here a thorough analysis. Blood tests, scans, the works.”
Leonard was a bit nonplussed at the command as Admiral Marcus walked away without another word to either him or Harrison, “Hop to it.” Was all he ordered as he walked off.
Left alone with Harrison, Leonard turned and looked at the man who seemed to be glaring holes into the Admiral’s back. A heavy, tense silence stretched between McCoy and Harrison for a long time before the southern doctor had enough. It was one thing to be dragged down here, but now Leonard had a job to do and that’s what he intended to accomplish.
“Alright then,” Leonard broke the silence and walked with his stony patient to an alcove where a hasty medical bay had been set up. It was not quite like the luxuries of the Enterprise that McCoy was used to, but he had preformed an emergency C-secton on a pregnant Gorn that Sulu had taken down on an alien planet while he was on a hard, featureless planet. He was certain he could handle most medical situation environments. Besides, half the time the Enterprise went into any crises, it seemed that part of the Medical Bay was always getting blown up.
“Park yourself on that table there,” Leonard gestured towards the makeshift biobed, “I’m going to take a few blood samples and do a routine check up.”
Harrison turned piercing eyes onto Leonard as he slowly moved towards the table and lifted himself easily onto it. McCoy was acutely aware of how tall this man was, and the imposing figure he cut, even while seated straight backed. It was strange how he held himself, nothing like anything McCoy had seen before. The curve of his shoulders was absolutely straight, rigid even. Leonard’s medical eye picked up the subtle nuances of his back and was able to tell, even while Harrison was clothed, that the way his musculature fell over his skeletal frame, that he was balanced. Which was more than what anyone in Starfleet could say really.
It was like he came from a different time, as if Harrison wasn’t used to his shoulders hunching over the screen of a PADD or a computer console. It was almost like his body had not compensated for the slouched shoulders that living in a modern civilization caused. So many patients McCoy saw had the slightest curve to their spine from how their muscles contracted and strengthened due to the repetitive action that bending over a screen caused. This man held none of those similarities.
The rigid stance told McCoy that this man was aware of such a thing. This heartened McCoy since it usually meant that he wouldn’t have to bitch and complain at his patient to keep himself healthy - it looked like Harrison already did that. Although it was strange since even Vulcans, rigid as they were had a subtle curve.
Leonard was snapped out of his thoughts as Harrison rolled up the sleeve to his Starfleet issued blacks and held out his arm, steel eyes gleaming at Leonard. His baritone rolled deeply off his tongue as he surveyed the physician, “I think you will find that this check up is anything but ‘routine’ doctor.”
Talky patient. Great.
There was something interesting about this man, the dark hair that was absolutely perfect. It fell in smooth, immaculate curls against his head and McCoy fought the wild impulse to touch them. He swallowed a bit hard at the sudden thought, especially with how often he teased Jim about how he always woke up early to make sure his hair was perfect when he reported to the bridge. Kirk’s mumbled response had been something about wanting to impress certain communication and science officers. Leonard decided he really didn’t want to know what mess Jimmy was getting himself in now.
“So sure of that are you?” With a roll of his eyes, Leonard sterilized his hands and uncapped a needle. He thought about the old times where blood had to be tied off in areas so they could collect samples. Primitive and inefficient as Spock would say. He sank the needle into the pale skin of Harrison, waiting as the vial filled up. He exchanged the tube with a click of a button and replaced it with an empty one. Once that was filled he put the samples in a protective case.
“I am.”
Of course as Leonard moved, he became increasingly aware of Harrison’s eyes following his every movement. Always focused, always intense, and always calculating. Just who was this guy? Leonard turned back towards Harrison and sat himself down into a seat next to him. He grabbed his PADD and filled out a file for Harrison.
“Alright then Commander,” Leonard drawled as he began to search for his medical records. He frowned as nothing came up and looked at Harrison. That couldn’t be right. Starfleet was very strict about keeping everyone up to check on their medical files, from the enrolling cadet to the retiring Admiral, “Think you can tell me why I’ve got absolutely no information on you?” He waved the PADD at Harrison.
John seemed to look significantly amused at the lack of information available to the doctor as well as how it seemed to annoy him. He tilted his head towards Leonard, “Was it not made clear to you that you were to do a thorough check up on me?”
The red on Leonard’s face spread almost to his eyes, especially at Harrison’s continued amusement. Leonard gaped and his grip tightened on the PADD, “Damn it man, are you seriously telling me you have never had a medical exam?”
“Ah, finally. The doctor catches up,” Harrison drawled.
Leonard’s eye twitched.
How was he supposed to do a medical exam on a man who had no medical history? How had he even gone through his entire life without getting one? In this day and age, that was impossible. Yet somehow this man had pulled it off. Which meant McCoy’s job was made just all the more difficult since now it meant he had to make a Medical History for this insufferable man.
He created a blank page and leaned back in his chair, “Alright then, I’ll take that to mean you aren’t updated on your shots then.” He scowled deeply, so much for his earlier hope about this guy taking care of himself, “Any allergies I should know about before I hypo you until the horses come home?”
“None,” Harrison watched the hard speaking doctor with the analytical interest of a predator surveying its prey, searching for weakness, “I am certain you will find the need for your superfluous shots unnecessary.”
“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” Leonard replied dryly, not missing a beat. His worst patient to date had been a certain starship Captain, followed closely by the ships XO and almost every other damn bridge officer on the crew. This guy was cake in comparison. Even if he had an attitude that made McCoy want to rip the hair from his patient’s scalp.
“Prior medical conditions I should know about?” Leonard asked grouchily, “Nausea, headaches, chest pains?”
Now his patient looked not amused, but interested as if Leonard provided him information that he was not expecting to garner. A cold smile curled ever slightly over full lips and his head tilted in a mocking gesture that McCoy found all too familiar, “Could it be that Admiral Marcus threw you into a den without informing you of the wolf which laid within?”
A flicker of tension coiled in the pit of Leonard’s stomach as his eyes focused on Harrison. His fingers tapped an uneasy pattern against the side of his PADD but his eyes were steady on his patient.
“You fancy yourself a wolf d’you?” McCoy said with a gruff, dismissive air only he could have under the face of a silent threat. In the reptilian part of McCoy’s mind, he recognized a predator and understood that Khan was not lying when he referred to himself in that way. The doctor part of McCoy couldn’t help but think this man needed to go under deep psychological analysis. He wouldn’t be swayed or scared off by a patient. He never had.
“A wolf in front of a lamb,” Harrison responded with cool detachment.
If Harrison could see the muscle in Leonard’s cheek twitching with annoyance, he didn’t comment on it. Leonard had never been referred to as a lamb before. He had to sometimes remind Command sometimes that he had gone through all of the same combat training in the academy that everyone else experienced. Hell, he even graduated - unlike certain swashbuckling captains which would not be named.
“Prior conditions?” McCoy repeated his questions dryly, not even batting an eye under the intense pressure of Harrison’s gaze.
There was a long tense moment between them before Harrison’s lips curled up at the corners in a shadow of amusement before he replied with a low, ‘none.’
Checking off the correct boxes, Leonard flicked his gaze back towards his difficult patient. Harrison’s posture hadn’t so much as twitched from his position. The commander never once shifted from his position, and Leonard was suddenly struck by how he had never heard of this commander before. Leonard was certain he’d remember a hard man like Harrison from somewhere before, especially since he was Starfleet.
Swallowing thickly, Leonard turned away from Harrison’s steely gaze so he could prepare his hypos. Melvaran Mud fleas, Life Prolongation Complex, and Radiogenic were the basic ones that Starfleet demanded of its cadets.
“Turn around for me please,” Leonard snapped on some gloves and collected the hypos. He was face to face with Harrison’s strong back and he gently slid his hand against an impossibly strong shoulder. Leonard frowned slightly, able to feel the strength and musculature in that touch, and mentally writing it off as this guy needing some serious R&R. Harrison was tense. McCoy made a face. He’d have to add ‘stress test’ to the list of things he’d have to put this guy through before he was done.
“Now hold still, you’re going to feel a pinch,” His touch was light on Harrison’s back as he pulled the collar of the black shirt from the man’s neck. The small slice of alabaster skin that was exposed caused McCoy’s mouth to go dry. He was thankful that he had steady hands otherwise Harrison would have noticed something was amiss. He sank the hypo into Harrison’s neck, which didn’t even cause him to flinch.
At least he wasn’t the type that cried at the sight of needles.
The other hypos went by quickly and McCoy took a swab of alcohol to swipe over the puncture marks before he turned away.
“Alright then, you’re done for the day Commander,” Leonard glanced back at Harrison. The man was readjusting his collar, not looking a little fazed by the shots, “I’ll be running an analysis on your blood and let you know what I’ve screened for.”
“Most enlightening,” Harrison murmured as he slid off the table and straightened, “Until next time Doctor.” His cool eyes found Leonard’s one more time before he disappeared further into the facility.
Pairing: Khan/McCoy, Side Spock/Uhura, Hint at Spock/Uhura/Kirk
Rating: T
Length: 2,674 (This part)
Category: Angst, Romance
Summary: Prompt-fill. Since Bones is pretty much the best doctor Starfleet has Marcus recruits him for Section 31 after they find Khan and his crew.
Bones is studying the cryotech and the Augments while also monitoring Khan's health.
Slowly, tentatively Bones and Khan start to trust each other and Bones ends up helping Khan to free his crew in a way that involves less people ending up dead
AN: This was requested at strek_id_kink. I can't actually find the link to the prompt itself anymore, so if anyone has managed to find it, I'd be eternally grateful! I took a few liberties to make this work, one being that the Enterprise was allowed its five year mission into deep space. This takes place before Into Darkness, but after the Helios Incident.
--[McCoy was a damn fool for thinking this was going to be a simple check up]
Leonard couldn’t help but notice that Admiral Marcus was a persuasive son of a bitch. He sighed as he hauled his medical kit with him as he was personally escorted deep into a secret underground facility by no less than six armed guards. Let Jim say what he would about his Hyposprays, he wasn’t nearly so menacing with them to warrant that much security detail.
If the Doctor was honest, he really had no idea what all this was about. Admiral Marcus had read Jim’s Captain’s log concerning the sudden outbreak of mind controlling venom that had plagued the crew of the Enterprise and claimed that McCoy was just the man he was looking for. Sure, Leonard had managed to synthesize an antidote to the Gorn venom but that didn’t make him an expert on synthesizing equipments - although being able to shoot a crazed Spock in the back with the Gorn antidote had been extremely satisfying.
The point being was his talents were being requested by the head of Starfleet to be a part of a top secret military action. Jim had made his unhappiness over losing his CMO very evident to the Admirals, but had let it go when he had been reassured that Leonard would be returned to the Enterprise before she departed on her five year mission into deep space.
So here was McCoy, being hauled back and forth like a rope in a tug-of-war battle between poorly behaved children. Just what he needed, the Admirals up his ass while they worked on god only knew what down here. He rolled his eyes as he was escorted by the burly men to a station in the middle of what appeared to be a weapons hanger.
This wasn’t a medbay and Leonard scowled as he made a point to clarify what exactly he was doing here if it wasn’t going to be tending to sick people. His words died on his lips when a tall, imposing man stepped down from a console and headed towards them, flanked on one side by Admiral Marcus himself. There was an air of frigidity between the men, and Leonard had picked up enough psychology credits to realize there was bad blood between them. The air around them was oppressive and angry, and Leonard had the distinct feeling that his arrival had interrupted a hushed argument.
“Ah, Doctor!” Admiral Marcus clapped Leonard on the shoulder, “Good of you to join us, Leonard McCoy, meet Commander John Harrison. Harrison, McCoy.” He introduced them.
“Hey there,” Leonard stuck out his hand to the new man. Harrison merely raised an elegant eyebrow at the proffered hand, an expression of distaste flickering over his eyes for a moment before he simply ignored the gesture and turned towards the Admiral. Leonard scowled at the rudeness behind the gesture. He gave the Vulcan a hard time, but at least he had an excuse - he wasn’t human. This guy had just looked at him like he was a worm.
“Is this the Dr. McCoy meant to do the analysis on the 84 pods?” Harrison asked the Admiral, his expression sharp and heavily weighted. Leonard didn’t know what the implications were behind his stare, but he thought he was bound to find out soon enough. Besides, he didn’t know anything about pods. He thought he was here to do a routine medical checkup on the staff.
Although his order papers had been a bit vague on what he would be doing.
“Yes,” Admiral Marcus gave Harrison a hard look, as if daring him to contradict him. John pressed his lips together and said nothing. He turned steel blue eyes onto McCoy, his eyes narrowed as he assessed him in his hard silence.
Leonard raised an eyebrow at the interaction and shifted his weight to steady himself under that powerful gaze. This one was going to be trouble, McCoy could just tell.
Great, just what he needed. Another Jim to run from his medical examinations. Although McCoy had the distinct feeling that this man would sooner break all the bones in McCoy’s hand than allow him to so much as check his temperature.
“Sir,” Leonard spoke up as he glanced at Admiral Marcus, hedging a wary look at Harrison, who for whatever reason was now looking amused. Leonard didn’t like it one bit, “What pods am I looking at?” He asked, not yet cranky but getting a bit restless. Not five minutes here and he was already getting antsy over what was clearly a military operation. He was a doctor not a mechanist! What use could they have for him?
Admiral Marcus waved him off for a brief moment and shook his head, giving Harrison a dry look, “Your questions will be answered soon enough. In the meantime doctor, I want you to give Harrison here a thorough analysis. Blood tests, scans, the works.”
Leonard was a bit nonplussed at the command as Admiral Marcus walked away without another word to either him or Harrison, “Hop to it.” Was all he ordered as he walked off.
Left alone with Harrison, Leonard turned and looked at the man who seemed to be glaring holes into the Admiral’s back. A heavy, tense silence stretched between McCoy and Harrison for a long time before the southern doctor had enough. It was one thing to be dragged down here, but now Leonard had a job to do and that’s what he intended to accomplish.
“Alright then,” Leonard broke the silence and walked with his stony patient to an alcove where a hasty medical bay had been set up. It was not quite like the luxuries of the Enterprise that McCoy was used to, but he had preformed an emergency C-secton on a pregnant Gorn that Sulu had taken down on an alien planet while he was on a hard, featureless planet. He was certain he could handle most medical situation environments. Besides, half the time the Enterprise went into any crises, it seemed that part of the Medical Bay was always getting blown up.
“Park yourself on that table there,” Leonard gestured towards the makeshift biobed, “I’m going to take a few blood samples and do a routine check up.”
Harrison turned piercing eyes onto Leonard as he slowly moved towards the table and lifted himself easily onto it. McCoy was acutely aware of how tall this man was, and the imposing figure he cut, even while seated straight backed. It was strange how he held himself, nothing like anything McCoy had seen before. The curve of his shoulders was absolutely straight, rigid even. Leonard’s medical eye picked up the subtle nuances of his back and was able to tell, even while Harrison was clothed, that the way his musculature fell over his skeletal frame, that he was balanced. Which was more than what anyone in Starfleet could say really.
It was like he came from a different time, as if Harrison wasn’t used to his shoulders hunching over the screen of a PADD or a computer console. It was almost like his body had not compensated for the slouched shoulders that living in a modern civilization caused. So many patients McCoy saw had the slightest curve to their spine from how their muscles contracted and strengthened due to the repetitive action that bending over a screen caused. This man held none of those similarities.
The rigid stance told McCoy that this man was aware of such a thing. This heartened McCoy since it usually meant that he wouldn’t have to bitch and complain at his patient to keep himself healthy - it looked like Harrison already did that. Although it was strange since even Vulcans, rigid as they were had a subtle curve.
Leonard was snapped out of his thoughts as Harrison rolled up the sleeve to his Starfleet issued blacks and held out his arm, steel eyes gleaming at Leonard. His baritone rolled deeply off his tongue as he surveyed the physician, “I think you will find that this check up is anything but ‘routine’ doctor.”
Talky patient. Great.
There was something interesting about this man, the dark hair that was absolutely perfect. It fell in smooth, immaculate curls against his head and McCoy fought the wild impulse to touch them. He swallowed a bit hard at the sudden thought, especially with how often he teased Jim about how he always woke up early to make sure his hair was perfect when he reported to the bridge. Kirk’s mumbled response had been something about wanting to impress certain communication and science officers. Leonard decided he really didn’t want to know what mess Jimmy was getting himself in now.
“So sure of that are you?” With a roll of his eyes, Leonard sterilized his hands and uncapped a needle. He thought about the old times where blood had to be tied off in areas so they could collect samples. Primitive and inefficient as Spock would say. He sank the needle into the pale skin of Harrison, waiting as the vial filled up. He exchanged the tube with a click of a button and replaced it with an empty one. Once that was filled he put the samples in a protective case.
“I am.”
Of course as Leonard moved, he became increasingly aware of Harrison’s eyes following his every movement. Always focused, always intense, and always calculating. Just who was this guy? Leonard turned back towards Harrison and sat himself down into a seat next to him. He grabbed his PADD and filled out a file for Harrison.
“Alright then Commander,” Leonard drawled as he began to search for his medical records. He frowned as nothing came up and looked at Harrison. That couldn’t be right. Starfleet was very strict about keeping everyone up to check on their medical files, from the enrolling cadet to the retiring Admiral, “Think you can tell me why I’ve got absolutely no information on you?” He waved the PADD at Harrison.
John seemed to look significantly amused at the lack of information available to the doctor as well as how it seemed to annoy him. He tilted his head towards Leonard, “Was it not made clear to you that you were to do a thorough check up on me?”
The red on Leonard’s face spread almost to his eyes, especially at Harrison’s continued amusement. Leonard gaped and his grip tightened on the PADD, “Damn it man, are you seriously telling me you have never had a medical exam?”
“Ah, finally. The doctor catches up,” Harrison drawled.
Leonard’s eye twitched.
How was he supposed to do a medical exam on a man who had no medical history? How had he even gone through his entire life without getting one? In this day and age, that was impossible. Yet somehow this man had pulled it off. Which meant McCoy’s job was made just all the more difficult since now it meant he had to make a Medical History for this insufferable man.
He created a blank page and leaned back in his chair, “Alright then, I’ll take that to mean you aren’t updated on your shots then.” He scowled deeply, so much for his earlier hope about this guy taking care of himself, “Any allergies I should know about before I hypo you until the horses come home?”
“None,” Harrison watched the hard speaking doctor with the analytical interest of a predator surveying its prey, searching for weakness, “I am certain you will find the need for your superfluous shots unnecessary.”
“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” Leonard replied dryly, not missing a beat. His worst patient to date had been a certain starship Captain, followed closely by the ships XO and almost every other damn bridge officer on the crew. This guy was cake in comparison. Even if he had an attitude that made McCoy want to rip the hair from his patient’s scalp.
“Prior medical conditions I should know about?” Leonard asked grouchily, “Nausea, headaches, chest pains?”
Now his patient looked not amused, but interested as if Leonard provided him information that he was not expecting to garner. A cold smile curled ever slightly over full lips and his head tilted in a mocking gesture that McCoy found all too familiar, “Could it be that Admiral Marcus threw you into a den without informing you of the wolf which laid within?”
A flicker of tension coiled in the pit of Leonard’s stomach as his eyes focused on Harrison. His fingers tapped an uneasy pattern against the side of his PADD but his eyes were steady on his patient.
“You fancy yourself a wolf d’you?” McCoy said with a gruff, dismissive air only he could have under the face of a silent threat. In the reptilian part of McCoy’s mind, he recognized a predator and understood that Khan was not lying when he referred to himself in that way. The doctor part of McCoy couldn’t help but think this man needed to go under deep psychological analysis. He wouldn’t be swayed or scared off by a patient. He never had.
“A wolf in front of a lamb,” Harrison responded with cool detachment.
If Harrison could see the muscle in Leonard’s cheek twitching with annoyance, he didn’t comment on it. Leonard had never been referred to as a lamb before. He had to sometimes remind Command sometimes that he had gone through all of the same combat training in the academy that everyone else experienced. Hell, he even graduated - unlike certain swashbuckling captains which would not be named.
“Prior conditions?” McCoy repeated his questions dryly, not even batting an eye under the intense pressure of Harrison’s gaze.
There was a long tense moment between them before Harrison’s lips curled up at the corners in a shadow of amusement before he replied with a low, ‘none.’
Checking off the correct boxes, Leonard flicked his gaze back towards his difficult patient. Harrison’s posture hadn’t so much as twitched from his position. The commander never once shifted from his position, and Leonard was suddenly struck by how he had never heard of this commander before. Leonard was certain he’d remember a hard man like Harrison from somewhere before, especially since he was Starfleet.
Swallowing thickly, Leonard turned away from Harrison’s steely gaze so he could prepare his hypos. Melvaran Mud fleas, Life Prolongation Complex, and Radiogenic were the basic ones that Starfleet demanded of its cadets.
“Turn around for me please,” Leonard snapped on some gloves and collected the hypos. He was face to face with Harrison’s strong back and he gently slid his hand against an impossibly strong shoulder. Leonard frowned slightly, able to feel the strength and musculature in that touch, and mentally writing it off as this guy needing some serious R&R. Harrison was tense. McCoy made a face. He’d have to add ‘stress test’ to the list of things he’d have to put this guy through before he was done.
“Now hold still, you’re going to feel a pinch,” His touch was light on Harrison’s back as he pulled the collar of the black shirt from the man’s neck. The small slice of alabaster skin that was exposed caused McCoy’s mouth to go dry. He was thankful that he had steady hands otherwise Harrison would have noticed something was amiss. He sank the hypo into Harrison’s neck, which didn’t even cause him to flinch.
At least he wasn’t the type that cried at the sight of needles.
The other hypos went by quickly and McCoy took a swab of alcohol to swipe over the puncture marks before he turned away.
“Alright then, you’re done for the day Commander,” Leonard glanced back at Harrison. The man was readjusting his collar, not looking a little fazed by the shots, “I’ll be running an analysis on your blood and let you know what I’ve screened for.”
“Most enlightening,” Harrison murmured as he slid off the table and straightened, “Until next time Doctor.” His cool eyes found Leonard’s one more time before he disappeared further into the facility.