[Timeloop Day 2]
When he wakes, the sun is familiar, the chair is familiar, and his father is still alive. At first, McCoy feels nothing but relief at the situation because he thinks that it's solved, that he's done it. He thinks that right up until the minute that his chronometer beeps at him. He only glances at it momentarily to get the time, but it's the date that strikes him as more pertinent.
"Goddammit," he mutters. It has to be broken. He yanks it off his wrist, trying to fix it, trying to get the right date on. He'd gotten through the day, he'd let his father live, things should be different as they move on. He looks around, sees his father, sees Spock and Uhura and Jim and they're all in the damn same positions as they were yesterday.
Goddammit, he thinks as cold dread begins to permeate his whole body.
It's not the next day. It's the same as before and any minute now, the pleading is going to begin again. He can't do this, not again. Why the hell is he back here when he changed things, when he made it better?
"Goddammit," he mutters. It has to be broken. He yanks it off his wrist, trying to fix it, trying to get the right date on. He'd gotten through the day, he'd let his father live, things should be different as they move on. He looks around, sees his father, sees Spock and Uhura and Jim and they're all in the damn same positions as they were yesterday.
Goddammit, he thinks as cold dread begins to permeate his whole body.
It's not the next day. It's the same as before and any minute now, the pleading is going to begin again. He can't do this, not again. Why the hell is he back here when he changed things, when he made it better?