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When it happens, McCoy’s practically thrown back into the world on the Enterprise immediately after the Narada struck - too many dead, too much to do, not enough bodies, not enough leadership. It’s how he inherited his gig as CMO and a part of him would never regret that, but he doesn’t like to even think about the chaos.
Now, he’s in the middle of reliving it.
He can’t even say how it happened, exactly. One minute, there’d been an open flame and a beaker filled to the brim with ammonia distilled from as many natural sources as possible, ready to be used in an assortment of fashions. Suddenly, the next, he can barely breathe without his lungs feeling aflame and he’s frantically seeking out all those in the room to take accountability for their positions.
He breathes in, feels the fire racing through his lungs, and exhales, immediately going through the list of things that needs to be done. This is critical, now, to ensure that the damage done by the molecular change of state is minimal at best. “Jessica,” he gets out, rasping and hoarse and with no plans to leave the site of the disaster.
He was willing to go down with one ship, he’s willing to do it again.
He spares a moment’s thought to how badly he’s going to feel that he was on duty when this happened, but the goddamn thing’s a fluke and McCoy’s not going to beat himself up. There are a million things that can happen without ever intending them to and this just happens to be one of them. He’ll feel guilty, he’ll feel responsible, but he’d rather get off his ass and do something about it.
He steels himself and puts his focus back together. It’s crisis management and he’s good at this when it comes to his work. “Jess,” he says again, like he’s trying to pinpoint his focal attention. “Decontamination protocol, best as you can. Eyewash,” he orders, searching through the lab and the clinic and feeling a shock of dismay at how many people are there.
--and how many more heard the small explosion and are now in a state of worry and are close enough to the source that he’s managed to make a real mess of work that was supposed to do well by this society.
[Immediate medical area post. See slated for more details about how this plot will go/symptoms and effects]
Now, he’s in the middle of reliving it.
He can’t even say how it happened, exactly. One minute, there’d been an open flame and a beaker filled to the brim with ammonia distilled from as many natural sources as possible, ready to be used in an assortment of fashions. Suddenly, the next, he can barely breathe without his lungs feeling aflame and he’s frantically seeking out all those in the room to take accountability for their positions.
He breathes in, feels the fire racing through his lungs, and exhales, immediately going through the list of things that needs to be done. This is critical, now, to ensure that the damage done by the molecular change of state is minimal at best. “Jessica,” he gets out, rasping and hoarse and with no plans to leave the site of the disaster.
He was willing to go down with one ship, he’s willing to do it again.
He spares a moment’s thought to how badly he’s going to feel that he was on duty when this happened, but the goddamn thing’s a fluke and McCoy’s not going to beat himself up. There are a million things that can happen without ever intending them to and this just happens to be one of them. He’ll feel guilty, he’ll feel responsible, but he’d rather get off his ass and do something about it.
He steels himself and puts his focus back together. It’s crisis management and he’s good at this when it comes to his work. “Jess,” he says again, like he’s trying to pinpoint his focal attention. “Decontamination protocol, best as you can. Eyewash,” he orders, searching through the lab and the clinic and feeling a shock of dismay at how many people are there.
--and how many more heard the small explosion and are now in a state of worry and are close enough to the source that he’s managed to make a real mess of work that was supposed to do well by this society.
[Immediate medical area post. See slated for more details about how this plot will go/symptoms and effects]