> Leave the bourbon on the shelf [Bones | Open]

[hippocraticly]

[It had been a disconcerting experience, carrying the soul of that pointy eared-bastard inside him, having him prod and poke around in his head while he charged forward to play martyr for all of Shtel Nor. The scene had replayed itself endlessly in his head; but at least it was only his perspective now instead of the stereo visage that had plagued

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[cortisone]

I would certainly hope not.

[ the nurse had been walking through the gardens, having found it a good place to think and relax. she hadn't expected to see the doctor here, but it was good to see him, regardless. hopefully he was back to normal. how he'd acted with the commander's katra in mind had freaked her out a little. ]

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy was not expecting anyone to be in the gardens, hence his decision to come here and think, but at least it was a pleasant surprise to see someone else here.]

Nurse Chapel.

[cortisone]

Doctor McCoy. Feeling more like yourself, I trust?

[hippocraticly]

Thankfully.

[He could vaguely recall running into Chapel on the observation deck, but what else happened was a mystery. He guessed that he probably caused her a great deal with trouble with what had happened.]

I owe you an apology.

[cortisone]

[ the nurse shakes her head and holds up her hands. ]

That's not necessary, sir. You weren't yourself.

[hippocraticly]

Still, it must have been awkward with you after just being dragged to this place too.

[cortisone]

A little, but I've adjusted. Still getting used to an older version of you being around, though.

[hippocraticly]

The old man? Just ignore him.