When McCoy opened his eyes he was on something soft a solid, perhaps a bed. Spock was reading
something called "IT", which was this inanely huge (extremely old) book, and Jim was pacing
around nervously. McCoy lifted his head slightly and let it fall back, and closed his eyes, with
a groan. He hurt. Badly. Worse than that other time in the bathroom. Jim spun and rushed over to
where McCoy was laying.
"Bones? Bones? Can you hear me? Do you know who I am? Bones?" Jim said, McCoy opened his eyes a
little more slowly this time. "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes Jim. You could try to destroy you mind but I would not forget that you a James Tiberus Kirk,
hard headed idiot extrordinaire. What do you want? And make it snappy, sleeping sound-feels, like
a good idea right now." McCoy grumbled, talking even hurt. His throat was raw. His head hurt like
someone had tried to smash it in with a sledgehammer and the rest of his body must have been
crushed with a large cement block. But he could move, so nothing had been broken. Hopefully.
Spock pulled out a handy medical instrument and waved it around in McCoy's general direction.
"Doctor, you appear to have three cracked ribs and internal bleeding in the stomach region.
And... something else, in you brain. I'm not certain what it is... but it appears to be breeding
quickly and changing your brain and blood. In fact..." Spock stopped, clearly shocked. Whatever
it was it was enough to shock even Spock.
"Spock, what's wrong with me?" McCoy asked softly, he put his hand on Spock's, the one with the
medical instrument. McCoy's hand was shaking slightly. Spock could feel the fear in McCoy. Spock
sighed softly. "What is it?"
"You're... you're biologically changing into a Vulcan, Doctor."
TBC
A/N: Please do not harm me. This is almost entirely based off of a dream.
something called "IT", which was this inanely huge (extremely old) book, and Jim was pacing
around nervously. McCoy lifted his head slightly and let it fall back, and closed his eyes, with
a groan. He hurt. Badly. Worse than that other time in the bathroom. Jim spun and rushed over to
where McCoy was laying.
"Bones? Bones? Can you hear me? Do you know who I am? Bones?" Jim said, McCoy opened his eyes a
little more slowly this time. "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes Jim. You could try to destroy you mind but I would not forget that you a James Tiberus Kirk,
hard headed idiot extrordinaire. What do you want? And make it snappy, sleeping sound-feels, like
a good idea right now." McCoy grumbled, talking even hurt. His throat was raw. His head hurt like
someone had tried to smash it in with a sledgehammer and the rest of his body must have been
crushed with a large cement block. But he could move, so nothing had been broken. Hopefully.
Spock pulled out a handy medical instrument and waved it around in McCoy's general direction.
"Doctor, you appear to have three cracked ribs and internal bleeding in the stomach region.
And... something else, in you brain. I'm not certain what it is... but it appears to be breeding
quickly and changing your brain and blood. In fact..." Spock stopped, clearly shocked. Whatever
it was it was enough to shock even Spock.
"Spock, what's wrong with me?" McCoy asked softly, he put his hand on Spock's, the one with the
medical instrument. McCoy's hand was shaking slightly. Spock could feel the fear in McCoy. Spock
sighed softly. "What is it?"
"You're... you're biologically changing into a Vulcan, Doctor."
TBC
A/N: Please do not harm me. This is almost entirely based off of a dream.