Here you go.

One of the numerous monitors attached to Rebekah beeped, then an alarm started blaring, shattering the satisfied silence in the room. On the bed, Rebekah was in the throes of a severe seizure which had dislodged her chest tube and caused her chest to bleed profusely over the recovery room.

Cursing McCoy leapt to push an alert button and stabilise his patient knowing that things were about get so much worse. Without the chest tube her lung would collapse again and the blood in her chest cavity would mean it would be a race between what would kill her faster. Suffocation or drowning in her own blood.

With a steady stream of swearing flowing from his mouth, McCoy engaged the stasis field to protect her from hurting herself more and waited for the seizure to pass. He was not going to let her die. Not now he knew how much she meant to Scotty. Not knowing that she deserved happiness after this ordeal. He frowned thinking about what he would do if it were Joanna on this bed and shook himself from these dangerous thoughts.

"How long?" he asked of his head nurse while she disengaged the stasis field and moved the various monitors onto the bed to take her back to surgery.

"90 seconds." She spat, hefting the last of the monitors onto the bed.

"Ok, get her back into surgery. I'm going to go back in and seal her lung. While I'm doing that I want a full brain scan. I want to know what caused that seizure and fix it while I'm in there." McCoy said, exiting the recovery room, with nothing more than a glance in Scotty's direction.

Scotty was numb. All he could do was stand there. She had been ok, she was awake and talking and ok. What the hell happened? He looked to where McCoy had disappeared.

He loved her, damn it all. How can she ever love someone like him? He was pathetic and loved his machines too much. NO she could never love him, but that didn't stop him loving her. She was brilliant, determined and tenacious. She was like a female version of Jim Kirk expect she never slept around, or pulled pranks at the academy.

Scratch that, she probably did, but never got caught. One step better than Kirk on that score. God how does this happen?

His thoughts were all over the place. He didn't know what he was thinking anymore. He didn't know what to think, he didn't want to build up false hope again, only to have it smashed by a bloody seizure of all things. She wouldn't let this defeat her, so he can't let this defeat him.

"I need a drink." He said to himself as he went off to find Jim and maybe Keenser.

"Wait what happened?" Jim asked a confused frown lining his face.

"She had a seizure." Scotty repeated.

Jim hadn't hesitated when Scotty said he needed him. He gave the Spock the Con and excused himself from duty for 12 hours. Now they sat deep in engineering, the other engineers on duty ignoring them and the glasses of Enterprise brewed moonshine both held in their hand.

"So where is she now?" Jim asked, carefully sipping the strong alcohol, and keeping his eyes on the man in front of him.

"Surgery." Came the brief response. Scotty was busy downing his 4th drink. If Jim wasn't careful he would take the man to sickbay for alcohol poisoning.

He would worry about that when the time came, for now he just needed to listen to him.

McCoy was still swearing, at his patient, his staff, for only having two hands, cursing Thane to whatever hell he believed in. Yep, all in all it was a normal surgery, expect his patient kept trying to die on him and every time he would drag her back, only to have to repeat the process 10 minutes later. If she would kindly stop dying on me, I could get some work done. Not once did it occur to McCoy to give up. That she was going to die anyway. No, as long as she was fighting and came back, he would bring her back.

"Nurse, what's the result of the brain scan?" McCoy requested of the petite girl stationed at the head of the surgical table.

"It's normal Doctor." She said, looking up from the pad she was holding to deliver the report.

"What?" He demanded. "It can't be."

"I'm telling you Doctor, its normal." The nurse said again, this time turning the pad she was holding around so McCoy could confirm the results for himself.

"Fine, we'll have to look for another cause. I'm almost done sealing up her lung, then we can close and sedate her. Intubate her and put her on a ventilator. I don't want her to exert herself." He hated intubating patients, it took longer for them to recover but he didn't have a choice. He had to make sure her lung didn't collapse again and she didn't overdo it until a cause for her seizure could be found.

"Damn it." The doctor muttered again, running the dermal regenerator over the incision.

He knew the anaesthesia he used would wear off soon, so he need to finish now so he could take Rebekah back to her room and sedate her properly.

"Done." He declared, dropping the dermal regenerator onto the instrument table beside him. "Move her back into recovery, I'll be right in to administer the sedative before you intubate. I just need to scrub out."

Watching them move the bio bed back to recovery, he went about scrubbing out and changing out of his surgical scrubs.

Maybe he had time to get a cup of coffee.

"Alright. Nurse prepare a hypo spray with 20ccs of Penothal." McCoy said walking out of the scrub room and into recovery. While the nurse hurried out of the room to get the hypo spray, McCoy went to make a cup of coffee. Both were gone for no longer than two minutes.

The shattering of a glass reverberated around Sickbay. McCoy was stunned, he really was. There is no way in hell that Rebekah could have up and walked out of Sickbay without anyone seeing her, but apparently that is exactly what happened. "Find her." He ordered the nurse. Then he went off to find Jim.