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[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's been settling in with the new status quo as best as he can. It's not like he's totally in love with hurtling even further into the past when he's already coping with losing five hundred centuries of gains in medicine and technology, but he's gonna make do. After what happened in the lab, he figures he's got no right in hell to complain

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[loveofmasters]

"Oh, God! Are you alright?"

Florence heard the crash and rushes into the room, heading directly to the man crumpled on the floor. She recognizes him, of course, the Doctor she'd met with the... technical problem. The one from the far, far future instead of the few decades that most of the people seemed to have on her.

She doesn't even notice the mistletoe that's overhead, she's just worried that he's hurt himself.

[loveofmasters]

"So... the kitchen, then? I can get you ice." She's not sure he really wants the whole medical check-up, she wouldn't in his position, not after falling off a chair doing... well...

"What were you trying to do anyway? When you fell?"

[leftwithmybones]

"I was trying to germicide the damn thing into submission," he says with a resigned sigh, given that he should've known to give it up before he even started. "I guess it turns out a damn plant can outsmart me."