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McCoy frowned as he walked along the corridor towards sickbay. He had a quiet day, too quiet. Jim had gone down to a planet below with Spock for scientific research but Jim had ordered Bones to stay aboard. Though McCoy was glad he wasn't having his body dematerialized, he had fear rattling within his gut. Everything was going fine, completely fine. Fine isn't something normal for McCoy. For the team to go down to the planet without and return without a single scratch was like a miracle to McCoy. Every single time they went down, at least one would return with no broken noses… no scratches, bruises was just beyond belief. McCoy knew it was more than a gut feeling, something was nagging at him yet he couldn't understand what. He knew Spock and Jim wouldn't talk to him so he had to find out another way. Waiting for the doors to whoosh open, McCoy let his mind ponder. Chekov also went with the team down to the planet. Maybe he could draw something from the ensign. Bones knew he'd get something to snitch up the man he liked to call kid. The pain in the arse captain that always got himself in trouble but tugged the heart strings of the doctor. No matter what he tried to do, he couldn't let go of the kid. Ever since meeting James T Kirk on the shuttle for those joining the federation, he couldn't shrug him off. Walking into sickbay, McCoy nodded to nurse Chapel then walked over to his desk. Though by having no injuries to treat he could catch up on all the paperwork he was behind on. McCoy liked to keep up to date with his work but after the last mission he was very behind. Jim had managed to drag Spock through a group of unsettled colonists who decided they didn't want to follow the federation's way. Any sight of federation and they would kill on the spot. The green blooded hobgoblin managed to get himself a nasty concussion along with a broken wrist, and numerous amount of internal damage. With pots luck Jim managed to drag Spock to the good old fashioned country doctor from the transporter room to sickbay without even realising what he had done. Okay Jim had gotten Spock to bones quickly, refusing to let any men or women help him bring Spock to sickbay. Jim had walked out with a strained back but after a panic attack over a hypospray he was soon dealt with. Bones relieved the kid back to his room and continued throughout the night to bring Spock back through. McCoy gave it to Spock's Vulcan physiology that helped keep him alive. With his liver where his heart should be he escaped narrowly. Yet the Vulcan still took a week to fully recover from the intense damage he suffered. Now Mccoy was staring at the paperwork from the incident. He had tried to bring himself round to do it multiple times but couldn't get the time. There was always someone in engineering that managed to burn their hands following Scotty's orders along with a bit of their own, or Scotty's experiments going wrong. McCoy always seemed to end up with the odd cases whenever he was on shift. Any other shift and they would have quite peaceful shifts. McCoy had decided that it was his country doctor luck that ended up with him having busy shifts. Picking up a PADD he walked over to his office chair. Sitting down he relaxed and began to look at the PADD.
A whirl sounded in the air.
"Spock to Doctor McCoy".
Sighing McCoy looked to the intercom. Pressing the familiar button he knew his gut was telling him something is about to happen. Especially when Spock speaks to him over the intercom and not face to face. Gulping down the newly formed lump in his throat McCoy began to address Spock.
"McCoy here Spock, what seems to be the problem?"
Waiting for Spock to reply felt like forever. Why couldn't he have just come to sickbay to approach Mccoy face to face.
"Doctor, would you mind to come to my quarters, it is a personal matter but important. "
Growling under his breath McCoy stood up over the console.
"I'm on my way Spock."
By the time McCoy made his way towards Spock's quarters his mind was already creating different scenarios. Easing his pace as he made his way to knock on Spock's door, he jumped back as the doors opened with Spock standing there before he could even knock.
"Please doctor, come in. I do not wish to tell my worries to the whole ship"
Nodding to Spock, Mccoy followed Spock's lead into the quarters and stood by Spock's bed. Spock pointed to the chair by McCoy's side.
"Please sit doctor, I know this will be hard to discuss. I am sorry I could not come to you sooner doctor, but I could not let you be aware of the situation whilst the captain was around."
Instantly McCoy's body stepped backwards and stood tall.
"What has that kid done now Spock?"
Spock looked to McCoy and nodded understanding that he would not sit.
"I believe you should be aware for medical reasons that everything did not go to plan on the planet doctor…"
Instantly as soon as Spock mentioned something went wrong and it involved Jim, his heart began to sink. What happened this time that the kid didn't let him know? Weren't they good friends by now? Hadn't McCoy got the message through to the captain that he was to go to him even if something had slightly gone wrong, or felt off. Had McCoy not made it clear to him now? Instantly McCoy began to feel anger against the kid until he knew the truth was. Jim wouldn't have come to sick bay no matter what he tried. Most of the time, Bone's had to drag Jim off the bridge by force or with the help of Spock after chasing him many times around the bridge. James T Kirk had a large fear for everything within any reach of the sickbay. Looking to Spock, McCoy began to wonder how deep the kid was to the point Spock had to suddenly dragged the country doctor who he also tried to avoid at times of physical's to his very own personal quarters.
