McCoy's eyes slowly fluttered open.

There was a shade of lime green in the hospital room.

McCoy slid off the biobed.

His feet landed on the cold, bitter floor.

McCoy rubbed his shoulders.

The sound of carts being wheeled were filling his ears. Even though no one was there. He was dreaming again. He looked over to see the empty bowl on the counter behind a empty seat. There was no one there. McCoy looked over toward the bowl to see pieces of tomato were inside the green bowl. He made his way down the hall while rubbing his shoulders.

"Hello?" McCoy called. "Anyone there?"

The inside of his mouth was bitter.

The soup tended to make his mouth feel that way after finishing it off.

"Spock?" McCoy called. "Jim? Anyone?"

McCoy came to the nurses station where he saw two nurse like figure speaking, one was behind the counter and the other was leaning against it. Their voices sounded like gibberish. A foreign language that was not being translated. It was times like these that he wished that he had a dream translator. McCoy walked over in the direction of the two women. He approached the two women as the atmosphere turned eerie and dark. The hallway became a shade of dimly lit lime green. McCoy came to a stop at the station. The women stopped talking.

"Hello there, ladies," McCoy said. "How are y'all?"

"Kor-kar Eur-tue leng-tur," the first nurse turned her head in the direction of the doctor.

The woman's face was distorted, alien-like, rather than human.

"Yut-huh bahy?" the second nurse asked.

She had a pig like nose, her blonde hair kept in a bun, and her bright blue eyes stared back at him. Both of the women's faces had ridges on their foreheads and on their cheeks. Their lips were curved in such a way that it was peculiar. McCoy staggered back with a scream falling onto his ass. McCoy stood up then ran off from the two women speeding down the hall. The hall narrowed. Every time he turned his head in the direction of another corridor, he saw people like them in crowds gathering.

Unlike his encounter with the women, the color was black and white.

McCoy sped down the hall.

He swore when he felt around for a phaser and didn't find one.

He wasn't serving in Star Fleet or on a away mission for that fact so he was not equipped with a phaser.

On most away missions, McCoy had been given a phaser with his knapsack containing medical tools he would need namely hyposprays of different uses. He was used to having a phaser on him when he was scared. A bad habit that had to be shaken off in time. McCoy looked over his shoulder to see that a lone warped face doctor chasing after him with a hypospray in hand.

McCoy looked over to see a window ahead of him.

It was the only way to wake him up.

No one could die in dreams.

McCoy leaped through the window crashing out of the building free-falling.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" McCoy shielded his eyes. "Come on!"