When it rains, it pours... [Sickbay - open to all - sick, healthy, just wandering through]
What a fucking bad morning...
The morning's unexpected meeting with Tina regarding Sam hadn't quite changed his mind about keeping the man under wraps for a bit longer. He knew he'd need to talk to Spock about him... hell, he needed to talk to Spock about all that was going on, if any sort of plan was being made, if anyone had heard anything...
And it was frustrating as hell... McCoy had given himself twenty-four hours from Jim's disappearance before he banged down the door of the new acting Captain, twenty-four hours before he stopped acting like the concerned CMO and started acting like Jim's panicked partner. But the chronometer told him he had another half-day before that happened...
Until then Leonard had to contend with the sick. He'd arrived to Sickbay that morning to find Dr M'Benga almost at the point of being overrun with nauseous patients... fucking orange juice again. When asked why the other doctor didn't call him immediately, the shrug and the way Geoffrey avoided his eyes told him that he hadn't wanted to bother him, presumably because of Jim.
Great. Now they didn't even think he could be a capable physician.
The first few patients he saw probably didn't get his best bedside manner. Bones mused grimly to himself as they hurried out of the room that they'd most likely do their best to avoid illness and injury in the near future.
The morning's unexpected meeting with Tina regarding Sam hadn't quite changed his mind about keeping the man under wraps for a bit longer. He knew he'd need to talk to Spock about him... hell, he needed to talk to Spock about all that was going on, if any sort of plan was being made, if anyone had heard anything...
And it was frustrating as hell... McCoy had given himself twenty-four hours from Jim's disappearance before he banged down the door of the new acting Captain, twenty-four hours before he stopped acting like the concerned CMO and started acting like Jim's panicked partner. But the chronometer told him he had another half-day before that happened...
Until then Leonard had to contend with the sick. He'd arrived to Sickbay that morning to find Dr M'Benga almost at the point of being overrun with nauseous patients... fucking orange juice again. When asked why the other doctor didn't call him immediately, the shrug and the way Geoffrey avoided his eyes told him that he hadn't wanted to bother him, presumably because of Jim.
Great. Now they didn't even think he could be a capable physician.
The first few patients he saw probably didn't get his best bedside manner. Bones mused grimly to himself as they hurried out of the room that they'd most likely do their best to avoid illness and injury in the near future.