Author's Note: Sorry I didn't get this up sooner, my internet was turned off. :( Anyway, enjoy this next chapter.

McCoy's POV

I'm lying is sickbay, feeling useless. I've been out for two weeks? I wonder how bad I am… "Nurse Chapel?"

"Yes, Leonard?" She comes in, with a PADD in her hands.

"What all is wrong with me?" I ask, even though I'm scared to hear the result. I laugh to myself. What isn't wrong with me…

"You're really lucky Scotty stepped in when he did. You –"

"Scotty did what?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know the details. You'll have to ask the captain. But, I was saying… You have multiple bruises covering your body. You have three cracked ribs," That explains the pain in my stomach… "You fractured your right radius, and you bruised your left femur and patella." And there's the explanation for not being able to move my legs well…

"So what, one or two more weeks until I can get out of here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you." That's just great. What am I supposed to do, stay on this damn bed 24/7? I just wanna get out of here! I look over and see the door slide open.

"Hey, Bones. I see you're awake. When'd you wake up?" He says, walking towards me and sitting in the chair Scotty vacated.

"I've been awake for a few hours now. What's going on? Is the ship alright? What are we doing? What happened to me? Chapel said Scotty interfered, what's up with that!"

"One question at a time, Bones! Are you trying to make my damn brain hurt?" I laugh at Jim trying to quote me. "The ship's fine. We're just, sailing until we're given orders of where to go. You got maimed by a Leronian. And Scotty pulled the dude off of you because he was trying to beat your bones into pudding." Jim laughs a bit as he finishes.

"Did he get injured?"

"He has a bruise the size of the dude's hand on his stomach, and he had a pretty badly bruised face, but that healed pretty quick." I can feel myself getting sick. "On a lighter note… You missed the most hilarious conversation ever."

"What do you mean, Jim?"

"Uhura and Spock broke up. I would reenact it for you if I could, but I can't."

I smile – to the best of my ability, anyway. "So, what. You and the Vulcan dating now?"

"Not yet, but can you two please try and get along? I don't want my boyfriend and my best friend to hate each other's guts." Jim pouts.

"Fine. I'll be nice to the damn Vulcan." Jim smiles, he has his 'victory is mine' face. "Dammit, Jim.. You're just too happy about that."

"Spock said he'll come visit if he gets the chance – which I'll make sure he gets. Have you talked to Scotty?"

"Yeah. He was here when I woke up." He gives me his 'are you two dating yet' face combined with his 'how'd it go' smile. I talk right when he opens his mouth. "Yes, Jim. We're dating." He opens his mouth again. "Yes, Jim. I can read your mind.

He scowls at me.

"Jim?"

"Yes, Bones?"

"I thought if anyone had to be carried to the ship you weren't going to be very happy?"

"Technically, I said if I have to carry anyone on the ship for getting on a Leronian's bad side I wouldn't be happy. You did neither. You were protecting Scotty, meaning you weren't on the dude's bad side. And I wasn't the one who carried you. Scotty insisted that he did, despite his injuries. He really blames himself for all this."

I bite my bottom lip, attempting not to cry. Jim puts his hand on my shoulder for a few seconds, and then goes to resume his position in the bridge.

Author's note: Sorry. I wrote this at like, five in the morning. Only one more left!