When the pair had bombed into Sick Bay, McCoy basically ordered for Kirk to place Scotty on a bed, then leave.

"But Bones…"

"But nothing Jim, Out!"

McCoy understood that Kirk wanted to stay, but he needed space to work and having his Captain looming over his shoulder wasn't going to help matters.

However, even with McCoy's order, Kirk hadn't left. "Jim I swear to god! If you don't get out in the next five seconds, I will hypo you so hard in the dam neck that you won't know what bloody day it is!"

It seemed that was all that was needed, since Kirk had bolted out of the room so fast it was almost just a blur. At least now McCoy could give Scotty his full attention.

A total of three whole hours went by, but still there hadn't been any news on Scotty. The door to the room hadn't even opened once.

"Please be alright Scotty… You've just gotta be alright…"

Kirk was almost pleading with himself, but he was also throwing the blame about as to how this happened.

"I should have seen he wasn't well… I'm his Captain, I should have seen the signs…"

Just then the door slid open, allowing for McCoy to step out. Kirk leapt from the bed he had been sitting on and pounced on the Doctor.

"Bones, is he alright? God, tell me he's alright!" Kirk asked while frantically shaking the Doctor about by his shoulders.

"I'll tell you, once you stop shaking me, Jim." McCoy's face was almost white when Kirk did finally stop shaking him about like a rag doll.

For a split second, Kirk thought McCoy was going to throw up. "Shit! Forgot that Bones gets a bit motion sick…"

Oh how could he forget that? It was one of the first things the CMO had shared with Kirk when they first met.

McCoy took a deep breath, a hand over his stomach. "I've never came so close to throwing up, in my life."

After composing himself, McCoy looked back at Kirk and gave a very faint smile. "Scotty's fine Jim, but you should come and take a look."

That didn't ease Kirk's growing concern, but he hoped that seeing Scotty would. So he followed McCoy into the room, without a word.

Kirk was greeted by the sight of Scotty lying in a biobed, his right leg was almost completely covered in a cast.

"Hey Scotty." Kirk said softly as he stood beside the mans bed, "Heya Jimbo."

The Scotsman's skin was slightly discoloured, while his eyes looked tired.

"Bones?" McCoy knew what Kirk was getting at, "Do you want the short story, or the one with the details?"

"Details would be nice, Bones." Kirk replied.

McCoy sighed quietly, as if he was preparing himself to deliver the information.

"He's broken his ankle, but the bone broke in such a way that it actually severed an artery in the ankle, which in turn caused internal bleeding which is the reason for him feeling so weak. Not to mention a mild blood infection."