Night 47: M41-M50 Hallway
McCoy listened to that crackling intercom with some concern. A "Mr. Radio?", "P.A.I.L.?" Coupled along with the smugness and that cackling, he had to say it sounded like this head Doctor had gone off the deep end himself long ago. Somehow it made sense. Only a mad man could conjure up all this.
Well, he was as ready as he was ever going to get. McCoy took one last second to check things over. He was armed with a flashlight, that primitive radio, a bulky winter coat unearthed from that closet and the pillow case stripped off his bed. He tucked the last two both under an arm, feeling more like he was seven again and about to go trick-or-treating than something a lot more serious. It was the pillowcase. It was fit for Halloween, not carrying around medical supplies in them. It was risky, possibly carrying around delicate liquids and tools like that, and something he'd never thought about considering until now. But there weren't too many (or any) alternatives at the moment.
It'll be blood-letting and leeches next, McCoy silently grumbled as he started down the hall. Things could only get worse.
He didn't remember seeing any orders, but Mr. Spock had mentioned his room number earlier. He could report to him, maybe bring up his concerns about the rec field incident in the meantime.
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Well, he was as ready as he was ever going to get. McCoy took one last second to check things over. He was armed with a flashlight, that primitive radio, a bulky winter coat unearthed from that closet and the pillow case stripped off his bed. He tucked the last two both under an arm, feeling more like he was seven again and about to go trick-or-treating than something a lot more serious. It was the pillowcase. It was fit for Halloween, not carrying around medical supplies in them. It was risky, possibly carrying around delicate liquids and tools like that, and something he'd never thought about considering until now. But there weren't too many (or any) alternatives at the moment.
It'll be blood-letting and leeches next, McCoy silently grumbled as he started down the hall. Things could only get worse.
He didn't remember seeing any orders, but Mr. Spock had mentioned his room number earlier. He could report to him, maybe bring up his concerns about the rec field incident in the meantime.
[to here]