A/N: Sorry for the delay in getting the next chapter up! School got kind of busy all of a sudden. Thank you to everyone who's been reading and reviewing so far!
Enemy Treatment
McCoy glared at the disruptor pointed at his face. His fingers tightened around the hypo of coagulant he was holding and his mouth pressed into a thin line. The buzz of Sickbay in alert mode faded as people stared at the unfolding scene.
The young Klingon on the biobed glared back at him, only sparing a glance towards his unconscious buddy in the next bed.
McCoy inclined his head towards the deep gash oozing from the Klingon's side. "I can stand here all day. How long do you think you'll be able to hold your arm up?"
The Klingon tightened his grip on the disruptor. It wasn't even supposed to be on him… McCoy would have a word with his staff and Security about disarming his patients.
"I won't let you lay your hands on me!" the warrior growled.
"You're leaking pretty badly," McCoy answered mildly, though with an edge to his voice. He held up the hypo. "This would stop the bleeding."
"I'd rather die than be at the mercy of a Terran!" he spat.
"Then quit wasting my time!" McCoy suddenly snapped at full volume. "I have other patients to treat!" To the shock of everyone in the room, McCoy batted away the disruptor and walked to the bed of the unconscious Klingon.
The first warrior managed to get over his stunned reaction at the audacity of the human. He pointed the disruptor back at the doctor. "Don't touch him!"
McCoy raised an unamused eyebrow. "Listen: I'm going to do everything in my power to save his life. If you stop me, his death is on your hands." Without another word, McCoy returned his attention to his patient.
The sounds of Sickbay slowly and cautiously resumed as the other nurses and doctors continued to tend to the Enterprise's crewmembers injured in the firefight. The young Klingon looked bewildered, still having trouble grasping that he was being ignored. He watched as McCoy called over a nurse and they set about closing his comrade's wounds.
They seemed to be done pretty quickly and suddenly McCoy approached again. "Now… are you ready to let me treat that gash?"
The Klingon tried to threaten him again but realized his arm holding the disruptor had fallen to the bed. When he tried to lift it, it made him very dizzy.
"I will be a tormented prisoner if I let you," he rasped.
McCoy snorted. "Tormented… right."
The Klingon's fingers twitched but could barely even hold onto the weapon. "I cannot accept your help…"
In the background, an orderly muttered, "Just let him go ahead and die…"
The Klingon saw McCoy's eyes suddenly narrow as the doctor stiffened. "Bradley, you're relieved."
"What?" the orderly startled.
"Get out of my Sickbay!" McCoy snapped. "You'll get a formal reprimand once the rest of us are done saving lives!"
The Klingon watched the orderly slink away and suddenly got the strange impression that if the Terran had a tail it would be between his legs. His eyes met McCoy's once more and he saw the full authority the doctor commanded behind them.
"So," McCoy said bluntly. "Are you going to let that idiot get his wish and die on my table, or are you finally gonna drop the bravado and let me heal you?"
The Terran certainly didn't mince words. With little effort, the Klingon opened his weakening fingers and let the disruptor drop to the floor.
"We Klingons know how to pick our battles."