"Good morning!" McCoy heard Ponner's voice.

"Wake up, sleepy head," came Polly's voice. McCoy raised his head up from the bed with a groan to see the two women standing side by side in what appeared to be bright attire. "you have a doctor's appointment today."

McCoy's head fell down.

"Nnah," McCoy said. "five more minutes."

"You said that five minutes ago," Ponner said.

McCoy raised his head up. "Five minutes. . . and then I will be up," He held up his five fingers. "I promise."

"Len," Polly said. "You are not going to be late for this one."

"They called us regarding you being late," Ponner said. "you shouldn't be drinking their beverage. Could be alcohol. Could be lethal to your liver and they don't know how to repair liver damage, yet."

"I am just drinkin' water, milk, and orange juice and eatin' exactly the way I should," McCoy protested. "I don't drink the way I did before."

"Some people drink to drown the sorrow they are in," Pollly said. "Cindy is making us breakfast."

The two women lifted the doctor off the bed, and suddenly, he thrashed demanding to be dropped. The doctor skated to the corner of the room feeling his heart beat against his chest feeling like he was being threatened. The women shared concerned, worried expressions with each other alarmed. They slowly approached the doctor as images flashed before his eyes. Dark images. He remembered being lifted into the chair. He was scared that they were going to come again. But it was over. But it felt like it wasn't over. Not entirely over.

"Doctor. . . are you all right?" He didn't hear them as he could hear the purple leader's voice.

"Oh dear god, he has trauma," Polly said.

"So that is what he meant by sanctity of his mind," Ponner said.

"CINDY, don't cook Len's!" Polly said, at the doorway to McCoy's bedroom.

"All right!" Cindy called back. "What 'sup?"

"He is having a bad flash back, wait at least, ten minutes," Polly said.

"Okay," Cindy said. "your egg is cracked."

"Then I am good with it!" Polly replied.

"Sorry, Len," Ponner said, coming to the man's side. "we didn't know you were traumatized," as her friend came to her side. "we have been drinking the water that is safe for us. The specialized package one," she looked over toward Polly. "Right?"

"Right," Polly said, coming to the man's side. She noticed on the counter beside the bed there was a set of ear plugs. The women had a sleep over with the doctor last night with games the natives had in the stores. She looked over in the direction of Ponner. "why didn't he tell us this before?"

"We never touched him during the games," Ponner said. Her eyes rested on the man. "it's okay, Len, you are okay, you are safe, you are not in danger. It's okay," she reached her hand out toward his shoulder but she stopped mid-way recalling how he reacted to being touched. "it's all right, Len."

It was especially painful.

Our view went over to the kitchen.

Jackie was sitting at the table waiting for the others.

"When do you think the doctor will finally get to a appointment on time, Waterstone?" Jackie asked.

"When he doesn't feel like trash," Cindy said. "or. .." she turned toward the woman. "that he feels better."

"If his boyfriend comes around then that might change," Jackie said. "Vulcans are quite capable of repairing damage that we can't repair."

"Yes, they are," Cindy said. "he went through hell while we went through a storm."

"A part of me envies him," Jackie said.

"Is being mentally harmed better than losing an arm?" Cindy asked.

"Yes," Jackie said, with a nod. "at least Abbi Blackman is more capable of living with another prosthetic."

"And you?" Cindy asked.

"I am getting the prosthetic today," Jackie said. "they made a cast yesterday."

"Hmm," Cindy said. She waved her hand slightly. "I am in the neutral zone regarding getting a prosthetic."

"Long as I can be a security officer, I don't care," Jackie said.

"I am thinking of changing my career track," Cindy said, placing the plate onto the table.

"To what?" Jackie raised an eyebrow.

"Science Officers normally remain on the ship," Cindy said.

"That," Jackie nodded. "you are scared of getting stranded on a planet like this, again?"

"I am terrified," Cindy said. "but I know being on a ship means the chances of it are highly unlikely."

"So that's the thing that is keeping you in star fleet," Jackie said, as a smile grew on her face. "I heard some of the others were considering of early retirement."

"Early retirement," Cindy shook her head. "that is understandable."

"Not many officers find out that Star Fleet takes the most danger prone individuals and ditch them on a planet," Jackie said. She cut at her egg using a fork.

"Star Fleet wouldn't do that!" Cindy said, turning away from the stove appearing to be insulted.

"A unhinged Admiral would," Jackie said. "don't deny it. We have some admirals up there who break morals and we don't know it all the time because there are covers ups."

"We have to talk about it," Cindy said. "if. . ."

"We will," Jackie said. "I don't think Len will find it comfortable talking about the hell he went through on live TV."

"I wouldn't be comfortable," Cindy said. "but he has to tell someone what happened to him."

"He needs to get into counseling," Jackie said.

"How do we do that without trampling over what he does not want and his rights?" Cindy asked.

"I feel that we won't need to wait long for him to get into counseling," Jackie said.

"Hm?" Cindy said, raising a brow then turned in the direction of the stove.

"Just a gut feeling," Jackie shrugged. "like our rescue ship is close by."

"I hope it is," Cindy said, cracking another egg into the circular light orange but pinkish pan. Our view panned into space where we can see the Enterprise soaring through the canvas of stars and darkness. "because the doctor feels like he really needs a cuddle session with plenty of hugs from his loved ones." The view slid forward toward one of the windows.

"Imagine how hard that would be for him," Jackie said, as our camera went through the window to see a laboratory with Spock leaning forward toward a telescope of some sort. The Enterprise was coming closer to a planet. "and a relief to see them again. . . Time would only tell how his recovery would go with love and support."

The padd glowed with the text 'you have mail' in white colors.

"Yes," Cindy said. "it would."

Spock looked over raising a slanted eyebrow and slid his finger on the screen.

"Look who the cat dragged in!" Ponner's voice called.

Spock stared at the screen and he sensed the doctor's presence was nearby but not enough.

"Good morning, Len!" Jackie said, with a smile looking over toward the doctor with a bad morning head.

"Ashayam?" Spock looked over toward the window.