Heart
McCoy was walking down the stairs at a rough and fast pace. Arrived at the end of the multiple stairs, he harshly turned the corner and walked in the corridor. Since he had gotten out of his room in the StarFleet Academy, he'd been muttering curses and whining under his breath for he raged against the fact that he had suddenly been called on the starship on his so-called day off. McCoy wasn't one who loved working when he wasn't on duty and he wasn't the total smiling person. He preferred grumbling, mumbling, saying direct and cynical things and whining about mostly anything. Even though he'd never tell a single soul about this, but he did all that because he tried to protect himself and by trying to put up a hard front so people wouldn't think it got to his soft heart. Because McCoy was, indeed, soft-hearted. He just didn't want them to know that and above all, he didn't want those people to take advantage of it, damn it! This constitued his biggest secret.
Put aside his hard front, he sure didn't hide the love he had for his work. He loved medicine; he loved the studies, the practice, the people, the scientific ways of it, he liked knowing all this sort of things people usually didn't and he had a thing for helping people. Plus, even though he wouldn't admit it openly, it stirred his heart to help other people. So, putting those two facts together, he loved being a doctor, even though it meant working hard, having to wake up at any hour of the day for emergencies and being in danger a lot of times during the year.
McCoy didn't really like danger; in fact, he despised it. He hated flights, spaceships, space, diseases, etc. The list was never-ending. There were many things he didn't like, but there was one thing he loved without a doubt. The only thing he really loved, more than himself, was the crew...
After many corridors crossed and many minutes passed, he arrived on the deck. He saw everyone and smiled.
His rage dissipated.
He was home.
