McCoy looked at the results of Spock's most recent exam, and he was worried. It was a follow up from Spock's last exam, after his aborted pon farr. It had taken a lot of persuasion to get the stubborn Vulcan to bend to the doctor's wishes but he finally realized he had no choice.
It was two weeks ago that Spock had experienced a change in his normal body chemistry. Everything was out of whack, and he had almost died from it. Thanks to the good doctor's quick wit he had saved the Captain's life and in so doing it had also stopped cold Spock's raging symptoms.
But, what bothered McCoy was the fact that pon farr had a beginning and an end. It started slowly, and would get eventually worse as the days went on. Something had to give, and the goal was to release that pressure. To mate was the only solution to Spock's problem, and it never happened.
Looking at the results again he realized that perhaps it wasn't over.
Spock didn't stay long enough for the results. Perhaps he knew that it was coming back and he didn't want to be seen. McCoy did ask him before he bolted out where he was going, and his only answer was he needed to meditate.
McCoy knew for a fact that meditation wasn't going to get rid of the symptoms. Would he hide again in his quarters or would he take a different route. T'Pring was out the question, so who else could help him if it was true. Could he actually seek out Christine to save him? McCoy had many questions, and no answers.
First thing he needed to do was to let his friend Jim Kirk know what was going on with his first officer. It truly felt like deja vu.
McCoy needed to contact Jim. It was his off duty period, so he could be anywhere. He was not looking forward to telling him the news.