Scotty's POV
I'm not much of one for sympathy calls, but the doctor asked me to tell Commander Spock my story. The Doctor knows about my brush with addiction. Not like it's a secret or any such, and generally speaking I've put it behind me.
The Commander looks like hell; so I just place the bottle of Vulcan Rain Wine on the nightstand beside him. I respectfully place my hands behind my back, and begin.
Back when I was in Admiral Archer's good graces—before I beamed his poor beagle…somewhere—I'd taken a bad fall at work. That's nothing unusual in my trade. Well, long story short, one thing led to another and pretty soon I'd had a full blown addiction to pain meds. The logical thing, so to speak, was to get treatment. So I did. Worked out well and in no time I was back at it. Not sure why Dr. McCoy wants me to share this with you Commander, but there it is.
Now begging your pardon and ye dunna look so well, I'll be getting back to work. Sir.