7. Concussion
Summary: Bones gets attacked by ninjas.
Warning: May contain mild profanity.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or its characters. This is purely for personal enjoyment, not profit.
Just a little one this time. Bones needs a break. I tried to be kind, honest! Please keep reading and reviewing.
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There was a Klingon playing power ballads in his skull. McCoy groaned. Actually, make that a whole battalion of Klingons.
'Captain, I believe the Doctor is regaining consciousness.'
The last thing he remembered was being on the Enterprise, but the ground was damp underneath him. Before he could ponder the situation anymore, something pried his eyelids open and a supernova was trying to take residence behind his eyeballs. He tried to swat the annoying light away but all his hand could manage was a feeble twitch. Gross movement was beyond him at that present point in time.
Bones could hear the frown on Spock's face. 'Might I inquire as to what you are doing?'
'I dunno, but Bones always does it to me.'
Dammit, Jim.
The light was back, insistent on searing the back of his eyeballs. McCoy swallowed. If Jim wasn't careful, McCoy was going to throw up on him. That would serve Jim right.
'It would be wise for you to refrain from your actions, Captain.' Spock said logically. 'You appear to be causing the Doctor some discomfort.' A simple Stop that, Jim, would have sufficed but McCoy wasn't going to complain when he heard Jim stomp away with a huff. The burning light went with him.
Wearily, McCoy opened his eyes and immediately regretted it.
Ugh, certainly not the enterprise.
The world tilted and span alarmingly in technicolor green. That had been a bad idea. He had to close his eyes or he'd have been sick. Leonard had had enough concussion's to know that was the last thing he wanted to do. It would just make his headache worse.
Eventually, he took the plunge and opened his eyes again, slowly this time; he'd learnt his lesson. While waiting for the world to settle, McCoy investigated the back of his head, wincing at the foot ball sized lump he found there. His hand came away sticky with blood. His self-diagnosis, probable concussion. That would earn him an overnight stay for observation at least.
Dammit, Christine's gonna be pissed. He thought vaguely; she'd only let Jim kidnap him on the condition that they brought him back in one piece. Jim had claimed Bones needed more fresh air. Christine had reluctantly agreed. Leonard had had no say in the matter. He'd been practically bullied out of his own sickbay.
'What happened?' Focusing on the Jim he thought was actually the Captain. There were three off them.
'Ninjas, Bones' Jim grinned. 'Purple furry ninjas hit you over the head.' Bones looked at Spock for confirmation.
'I cannot comment, Doctor, as I do not know.' Spock replied, 'However the logical explanation is that you slipped and banged your head.'
'I told you,' Jim protested, seemingly offended by their disbelief. 'It was the giant ninja mice.' Seriously, Jim was such an infant sometimes.
Spock wisely chose that moment to change the subject. Arguing with Jim was making his head hurt even more.
'Doctor, do you think you could stand with assistance?'
'I may throw up on you.' McCoy warned, allowing them to hoist him to standing. He groaned as the sudden change in altitude made the dizziness return with a vengeance. Only Spock and Jim's support stopped him from falling. McCoy closed his eyes, determined to assert himself over his stomach which was threatening a rebellion; Throwing up would not be fun.
After a minute or two of just breathing, he tentatively opened his eyes. The world stayed still, mostly. He stared at the bush
For a moment, Leonard could swear there was a face staring out of the bush at him but when he blinked and looked again, there was nothing there, just large pink flowers.
He definitely had a concussion; he was seeing things now. The face had been furry and elongated with whiskers, like a giant rodent. It had also been a lovely shade of violet.
Thank you, Jim, for putting ideas in his head.
'Spock to Enterprise, Energize.'
The transporter was the last straw. The bright lights swirling around them hurt his head. Closing his eyes just made the sensation of being transported worse. There was no way he could win this one.
McCoy gagged.
Jim jumped back, 'Gross, Bones!'
Well, I did warn you.
