"Doctor McCoy?" T'Heli'eij said, as John re-entered the room.
John picked up a pair of see through gloves.
"I realized bein' a doctor means doin' thin's I don't like," John said, then he slid one hand into the glove. "And I realized that speakin' to your doctor." John had a small smile at her as he placed his hand in through a glove. "And I know how unfair I was bein' toward you. Which I sincerely apologize for."
"You are forgiven, Doctor McCoy of Earth." T'Heli'ej said.
John came over then took out a needle.
"Say, is there towels in here?" John asked.
"In the cabinet." T'Heli'eij said.
"In the cabinet," John grumbled. "You would think they put them into the bathroom."
"So aliens do have waste utilities?" T'Heli'eij said.
"Yes, we do," John said. "It's universal. You can't live without letting out waste."
"That is a interesting observation." T'Heli'eij said.
"To be honest, I have not met someone unable to poop." John said.
"Because wouldn't that be unhealthy?" T'Heli'eij asked.
John picked up the needle.
"Why of course it would," John said. "Otherwise it would kill someone and that method would be messy."
"Have your kind had anyone die because they hadn't pooped?" T'Heli'eij said.
"Ii am not aware of the worst of the worst cases," John said. "Involving not pooping of course."
"Where is your heart located?" T'Heli'eij asked.
"Right here." He patted onto his chest. "Yours?"
"We are not so different." T'Heli'eij said.
"I agree." John said, feeling around for a soft part on her skin until he came to her neck here it was squishy. "Nurse S'car informed me regarding your horns. Apparently, the cure can't work on that."
"I expected that much." T'Heli'eij said.
"You did?" John asked, with raised eyebrows.
"I read the horror stories regarding someone their horn. And heard of them. Mountain hiking accident." T'Heli'eij said.
"You must have horror stories that are worse than humans." John said.
"Tell me, how severe are your horror stories?" T'Heli'eij said.
"It depends on what kind of horror you mean." He injected it into her neck. He had a series of towels set on the rail. "The kind of losin' fingers, legs, toes, eyes . . part of the brain. . . hair. . . teeth. . . bones." He took the device off the squishy part. "Organs." He looked over to see she was asleep. "I will explain it when you are awake."
He lined the towels around her horns. He yanked the tip off clean. He placed it down onto the table. Next, he took the second tip off. He carefully, forcibly, took off the horns. Instead of bleeding, there was no sign of leakage which was perplexing. He wrapped the towel around her head just for precaution. He placed the horns into the dispenser which was set beside the bed. He took the gloves off then into the trash can that were covered in black color. He picked up the trash bag up then tied it. He used the padd to determine where the waste disposer was. He held the bag in one hand and the padd on the other. He walked out of the room. How was Jim handling this? John had never been this far away before from Jim since the academy. Handling it was likely worrying about John. Compared to people who usually took the captain's chair, Jim was a child. He had experience serving aboard the USS Farragut. He could have served on the USS Republic which was during the attack of Narada dealing with an issue that the USS Hope was involved in regarding Romulan defectors and Romulan birds-of-prey. Jim was like the cutie that had not yet been broken by space. He was like the sun personified except, just except, the major big difference: he was a lil' shit. Not at all innocent. Once he had been a straight arrow but that wasn't the man he was now.
In fact, John wouldn't be surprised if the transporter malfunctioned and turned Jim into a child. Jim wouldn't be able to captain so the duties of captaincy would belong to Spock for the time being, logically, and reasonably. Keeping him from the captain's chair would require distracting him. Given the resources they had on the Enterprise that may as well be the easiest task to do. They had a holodeck installed into the starship. He didn't know if the pointy eared bastard had the heart in him to be understanding when Jim did something very stupid just to get John back. John could remember at one occasion where he was lost in a crowd, so in order to find him, Jim shouted into the intercomn, "HEY BONES, THE KNEE IS CALLED THE PHALANGE'!" John barked back "Damn it, Jim! That is the patella!" when he was studying for the xenobiology class regarding the human body. That was only two years ago. Jim insisted they go on a tractor competition the first year of their budding friendship. It was the second year they began a relationship once they got through major relationship issues of their own. Which was gaining trust and being comfortable with each other. Allowing themselves to open to each other. Not like a smut novel that begins a relationship with a secret kiss that sealed them both. What sealed them both was puking on Jim's boots. What sealed John in, which he figured it was the time, was when Jim was sitting on the bed in his red cadet uniform waving, "Hey Bones! We're roommates!" And he inwardly groaned inside.
He came to the dispensary which required two turns to the left, one turn to the right,two stair cases up, and three turns to the right.
He almost felt dizzy because of how many turns he had to make.
John felt around for his communicator then he took it out, considering: The Enterprise wouldn't be here yet.
Not even close.
It had only been an hour.
Space travel was still as slow but even more faster than it was for Captain Archer and his brave crew.
"He is probably fine." John reassured himself.
"Doctor," Starry's voice came. John turned in her direction. "We must move you to a safe house."
John looked at her quizically.
"Why?" John said.
"If you rather not be poked at by needles then you will follow me." Starry said.
"No question about that!" John said, following after her.
"We sent the schematics and instructions to other nearby hospitals." Starry said. "Under a very encoded network."
"That's good," John said. "I hope you can build enough dialysis to help your people."
"We are very sorry our god had to bring you this way." Starry said. "And antibiotics are quickly working, efficiently, we did not expect that to work." She had a look of relief on her face. "You could have come here under better terms and gone to see our world in it's beauty."
"It's fine." John said.
"I owe you, doctor." Starry said. "We owe you."
"Show me it by bein' the first one to star fleet academy in 2270 if you have established first contact." John said.
"I doubt I would still be a working nurse." Starry said. "And that our kind will establish first contact."
"This is technically first contact." John said. "I am more of an alien then you are."
"You make a good point, Doctor Mccoy of Earth." Starry said, as they went down a flight of stairs. "We have a underground tunnel."
"How do you get patients in gurneys up and down?" John said.
"We have artifical gravity lining the halls and passage ways." Starry said.
"It would be faster if you had elevators." John said.
"Trust us, that is inconvenient." Starry said. "We do not trust elevators."
"Let me guess. . ." John said. "That is a story that will terrify me to my dying day."
"Yes." Starry said.
"Let me tell you about the nightmares I have of the ark and the transporter." John said. "Being split apart two galaxies? That is worse."
"That is worse having one part of the galaxy somewhere else while dying." Starry said.
"Exactly!" John said. "I knew a guy, Pinky, bound by a chair. . . That was a long time ago though." He smiled, handing the woman the padd. "The transporter, however, can scramble your atoms everywhere including your pattern by accident and kill you. Do you know how many ways space can kill you? In the beginning, astronauts came back with bone desnity loss, dementia, and agin' hit them hard. Space is unforgivin'. Space, is where no one can hear you scream. Except if you are in a horror movie then everyone can in fact hear your scream. The whole crew hears it."
"Much like our astronauts." Starry said. "We are still figuring out a way to live in space."
"What year is it for you, by the way?" John asked.
"2018." Starry said.
"2018 and you got all this tech?" John was amazed. "I mean, that is amazing. Professor Who's civilizations look like nothing compared to yours."
"Oh really?" Starry asked.
"Yes, really." John said.
"I would really like to meet this Professor Who." Starry said.
"It's a franchise, I meant." John said. "A fictional one. . . Though people do report seein' some of his regenerations and his TARDIS throughout Earth's history. Or just someone dressed really like him for that matter."