...Chapter 2--- Where the ice grows thin----
Hikaru Sulu sat beside his best friend's bedside. Pavel looked horrificly pale. That blast had taken alot out of him. And...the doctors feared it had put something into him. "Pavel please...remember....we need you."He begged. "I need you, you're my best friend. Who else am I gonna get lost in the woods with? C'mon buddy, wake up. "Mr. Sulu..." McCoy had stepped quietly into the room. Not wanting to disturb the young man right away. Despite his rough exterior McCoy was well known amongst the crew for having a great deal of compassion, and even sensitivity as it were. "Hikaru, Doctor...please...we're all friends here." As it were he was referring to the only people ion the room. A tired doctor, a worried best friend, and a young man in bad condition.
"He wasn't poisoned,thankfully. He was just drained, a great deal. Hikaru, I don't know if a full recovery is possible for Mr. Chekov here."he said."Pavel."Sulu corrected in a soft, tired voice. McCoy's eyes betrayed the mask of calm he always put on for others in Hikaru's situation. "Su-Hikaru...You know I will do EVERYTHING within my power to help Mr..er Pavel." The doctor said voice filled with passion and serioussness. It wasn't an empty promis, Hikaru knew this. But even then it offered little comfort. "Bones...can I saty with him?" Sulu addressed him softly, but desperately. "Well I...I see no harm in that." McCoy gaev him a reasuring smile and seemed to regain his compsure."Dont you worry, everything will be fine."
"Dammit Jim! Everything is not fine!" McCoy said pacing the Captain's chamber nervously. "Doctor." Spock said calmly. "Perhaps you would allow yourself to relax you'd be in a much better position to help Mr. Chekov." The voice of reason as always. "Its Pavel dammit!" McCoy spat storming out of the room. Spock looked at the captain. "Mr. Spock, please try and understand that Bones is simply worried." Jim said meeting his friend's gaze. "Captain, i am fully aware of the doctor's emotional state. I was simply stating the truth." Spock replied, as though Jim had meant it as an informative statement rather than an attempt and assure the Science officer that McCoy wasnt mad at him. Then again, Spock either did not, or did not allwo himself to be concerned with such matters as emotion, and hurt feelings. The doors to the chamber slid open, and mcCoy stepped back into the room. "Maybe you're right. I'm sorry Spock, its just I , i can't think straight. Hikaru is depending on me, and Chekov."He sank into a chair and allowed his face to fall into his hands. "Doctor, if you will allow for me to prescribe something for you..." Spock said suddenly. McCoy looked up. "What is it Mr. Spock?" He asked sounding defeated. "Sleep, Doctor." The vulcan replied simply. McCoy laughed and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Alright, good idea. You'd be a great Doctor, Spock." He said again standing. "He's right Bones, take the rest of the day off, theres nothing more you can do. We'll call you if there is an emergency, otherwise, im sure Nurse Chapel will be more than capable of taking over while you get some rest." Jims words made it official. Doctor McCoy thanked his friends and then left the room. Jim exchanged a look with his comrade. "Mr. Chekov is on thin ice." Jim muttered rubbing his temples. "Captain?" Spock gave him a questioning look. "Later Mr. Spock. I'll explain later." Jim said before getting up himself to leave.
Hikaru Sulu sat beside his best friend's bedside. Pavel looked horrificly pale. That blast had taken alot out of him. And...the doctors feared it had put something into him. "Pavel please...remember....we need you."He begged. "I need you, you're my best friend. Who else am I gonna get lost in the woods with? C'mon buddy, wake up. "Mr. Sulu..." McCoy had stepped quietly into the room. Not wanting to disturb the young man right away. Despite his rough exterior McCoy was well known amongst the crew for having a great deal of compassion, and even sensitivity as it were. "Hikaru, Doctor...please...we're all friends here." As it were he was referring to the only people ion the room. A tired doctor, a worried best friend, and a young man in bad condition.
"He wasn't poisoned,thankfully. He was just drained, a great deal. Hikaru, I don't know if a full recovery is possible for Mr. Chekov here."he said."Pavel."Sulu corrected in a soft, tired voice. McCoy's eyes betrayed the mask of calm he always put on for others in Hikaru's situation. "Su-Hikaru...You know I will do EVERYTHING within my power to help Mr..er Pavel." The doctor said voice filled with passion and serioussness. It wasn't an empty promis, Hikaru knew this. But even then it offered little comfort. "Bones...can I saty with him?" Sulu addressed him softly, but desperately. "Well I...I see no harm in that." McCoy gaev him a reasuring smile and seemed to regain his compsure."Dont you worry, everything will be fine."
"Dammit Jim! Everything is not fine!" McCoy said pacing the Captain's chamber nervously. "Doctor." Spock said calmly. "Perhaps you would allow yourself to relax you'd be in a much better position to help Mr. Chekov." The voice of reason as always. "Its Pavel dammit!" McCoy spat storming out of the room. Spock looked at the captain. "Mr. Spock, please try and understand that Bones is simply worried." Jim said meeting his friend's gaze. "Captain, i am fully aware of the doctor's emotional state. I was simply stating the truth." Spock replied, as though Jim had meant it as an informative statement rather than an attempt and assure the Science officer that McCoy wasnt mad at him. Then again, Spock either did not, or did not allwo himself to be concerned with such matters as emotion, and hurt feelings. The doors to the chamber slid open, and mcCoy stepped back into the room. "Maybe you're right. I'm sorry Spock, its just I , i can't think straight. Hikaru is depending on me, and Chekov."He sank into a chair and allowed his face to fall into his hands. "Doctor, if you will allow for me to prescribe something for you..." Spock said suddenly. McCoy looked up. "What is it Mr. Spock?" He asked sounding defeated. "Sleep, Doctor." The vulcan replied simply. McCoy laughed and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Alright, good idea. You'd be a great Doctor, Spock." He said again standing. "He's right Bones, take the rest of the day off, theres nothing more you can do. We'll call you if there is an emergency, otherwise, im sure Nurse Chapel will be more than capable of taking over while you get some rest." Jims words made it official. Doctor McCoy thanked his friends and then left the room. Jim exchanged a look with his comrade. "Mr. Chekov is on thin ice." Jim muttered rubbing his temples. "Captain?" Spock gave him a questioning look. "Later Mr. Spock. I'll explain later." Jim said before getting up himself to leave.