It was on the late side for the CMO to be working away in Sickbay. Even better, it was supposed to be Leonard's day off. But leave it to an underling --
Anderson, specifically, again -- to royally fuck up something as simple as a growth culture. Except this culture -- synthflesh for grafting purposes -- was anything but simple. And his
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He was surprised to hear someone singing in the medbay as he approached and even more surprised to see who it was coming from. For all his fearsome growling, the good Doctor had quite the singing voice.
Scotty cleared his throat as tactfully as possible.
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He carefully held still as McCoy shone the light in his eyes. Ever since that incident with the lazer saw, he'd been wary of anything vaguely pointy near his fce. "Aye, it's natural," he replied, "Born with it. My da had the same thing."
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"About the same," he replied, the words feeling at odds with the smirk he could feel struggling to escape, "No worse, but no improvement either. Been a bit below-par for years now."
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"I'm a doctor, not a dentist. Pack away those teeth and gimme yer ear." He tugged on the lobe in question, just to remind Scott of his bastard status.
The study of the man's ear canal was more in depth, the probe scanning and recording much finer data. Due to the nature of his work, Scott had suffered a good amount of vibration-related damage. "Damn, how'd this all get this bad? I know Starfleet has safety regs to protect against this." Leonard pulled away from the man's ear in frustration, giving him A Look.
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He was surprised by McCoy's reaction to vibration damage that had to be in his files, though. Surely it wasn't that bad? He could still hear, after all.
"Aye, Starfleet does," he said with a shrug, "Independents don't, though. I skipped out on the 'Fleet for a few years after I got my PhD, worked passage with a few freighters to get some hands-on experience. Not all of them had the greatest regard for health and safety."
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