It's not like he spends a lot of time at the Nexus Hospital, because he does have a regular job and it's one that takes up the majority of his day. But McCoy is the type of person who just can't quite bring himself to turn his back on people who need help, even if he's not the only person around who can do it. And honestly, there aren't all that many ways of filling his free time aboard the Enterprise anyway.
So he takes emergency calls, and once in a while puts in a couple of hours when he'd be poking around the Nexus anyway, which is what he's doing today. Or rather was doing, because he's just finished up a brief shift. Pretty run of the mill stuff, really, not even any surgeries to assist with, mostly just the kind of things you'd expect to see when people from disparate worlds come together in a common -- and often confusing -- place
( ... )
Bruce is, as a general rule, aware of the people who move around him, particularly the ones who stare. It's been happening a lot lately, and he decides with a slight weary feeling that he's not even going to look up at this guy unless he says something.
He twitches his head up when he does, gazing raking over the other man and appraising him in an instant. "Nice pajamas."
The deadpan remark is out of his mouth before he can completely think it through, but he doesn't feel any remorse; it's not like this guy greeted him with a friendly hello.
What the guy doesn't realize is that practically was a friendly hello these days. Someone's social skills are getting a little bit rusty from disuse.
McCoy crosses his arms and lets the frown slide into a glare. "Think you got things a little turned around, kid. You go find a bar to mouth off at people in, then you come get a doctor to patch your broken nose up afterwards. And for the record, it's a uniform."
His eyebrows knit in faint incredulity; he'd point out that he wasn't looking for anybody, but somehow, somebody has found him - but that's apparently too verbose and argumentative.
"Free, instantaneous medical attention makes some people wary," he says instead, and there's a dry note to his voice. He folds the pamphlet pointlessly, and that movement reveals the tape and bandages on his left wrist; evidence of recent and very delicate surgery. (Last night sort of recent. Bruce doesn't do down time.)
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So he takes emergency calls, and once in a while puts in a couple of hours when he'd be poking around the Nexus anyway, which is what he's doing today. Or rather was doing, because he's just finished up a brief shift. Pretty run of the mill stuff, really, not even any surgeries to assist with, mostly just the kind of things you'd expect to see when people from disparate worlds come together in a common -- and often confusing -- place ( ... )
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He twitches his head up when he does, gazing raking over the other man and appraising him in an instant. "Nice pajamas."
The deadpan remark is out of his mouth before he can completely think it through, but he doesn't feel any remorse; it's not like this guy greeted him with a friendly hello.
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McCoy crosses his arms and lets the frown slide into a glare. "Think you got things a little turned around, kid. You go find a bar to mouth off at people in, then you come get a doctor to patch your broken nose up afterwards. And for the record, it's a uniform."
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"Free, instantaneous medical attention makes some people wary," he says instead, and there's a dry note to his voice. He folds the pamphlet pointlessly, and that movement reveals the tape and bandages on his left wrist; evidence of recent and very delicate surgery. (Last night sort of recent. Bruce doesn't do down time.)
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