010 ¤ [ Location: Enterprise Sickbay ] It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Thirty-two years old.
It had crept up on him, along with other things that he had neglected to let bother him without the shape of a distraction in Taxon; namely correspondence from his little girl or from other various immediate family members, and it bothered him more than it did at Christmas.
After that day had rolled around, he stopped going back to the castle belonging to the Summers sisters (that Jim fanboyed over far too much over, in his opinion) or even to sickbay itself altogether and had purposely left his tablet behind in medical, after the Starfleet Captain raised earlier concerns about why they always seemed to switch on at every opportune moment. McCoy really did not need - or even want - anyone to see him in that kind of state.
The doctor shrugged off the Extras odd behaviour during this period of inactivity as he wandered around Taxon and had blamed it on the many glasses of absinthe he had knocked back from the bottle he received at Christmas. The sight of them acting strangely wasn't as aesthetically pleasing as the green fairy that was usually associated with that drink, but why else would they act like that?
Well, it really didn't matter at the moment. He was not particularly in the mood to report back for duty just yet, but McCoy had gone back to Sickbay despite this fact, and in an even worse state than the one he had been in when he had proudly marched onto that shuttlecraft bound for Starfleet back in '55... before hastily making his way to the in-flight bathroom.
It wasn't uncommon to find McCoy camping out on the biobeds in Taxon after a particularly long research period into the vampire DNA or midi-chlorians he had collected. But what was rare was finding him passed out in the boat that had magically appeared and broke his foot one morning, the vessel being made up into some sort of temporary makeshift bed, his hood pulled over his head as he desperately tried to catch up on some sleep.
Long story short: hobo Bones is on a boat.
It had crept up on him, along with other things that he had neglected to let bother him without the shape of a distraction in Taxon; namely correspondence from his little girl or from other various immediate family members, and it bothered him more than it did at Christmas.
After that day had rolled around, he stopped going back to the castle belonging to the Summers sisters (that Jim fanboyed over far too much over, in his opinion) or even to sickbay itself altogether and had purposely left his tablet behind in medical, after the Starfleet Captain raised earlier concerns about why they always seemed to switch on at every opportune moment. McCoy really did not need - or even want - anyone to see him in that kind of state.
The doctor shrugged off the Extras odd behaviour during this period of inactivity as he wandered around Taxon and had blamed it on the many glasses of absinthe he had knocked back from the bottle he received at Christmas. The sight of them acting strangely wasn't as aesthetically pleasing as the green fairy that was usually associated with that drink, but why else would they act like that?
Well, it really didn't matter at the moment. He was not particularly in the mood to report back for duty just yet, but McCoy had gone back to Sickbay despite this fact, and in an even worse state than the one he had been in when he had proudly marched onto that shuttlecraft bound for Starfleet back in '55... before hastily making his way to the in-flight bathroom.
It wasn't uncommon to find McCoy camping out on the biobeds in Taxon after a particularly long research period into the vampire DNA or midi-chlorians he had collected. But what was rare was finding him passed out in the boat that had magically appeared and broke his foot one morning, the vessel being made up into some sort of temporary makeshift bed, his hood pulled over his head as he desperately tried to catch up on some sleep.
Long story short: hobo Bones is on a boat.