Disclaimer: I don't swear. McCoy does. I can't be held responsible for his mouth. And while I wish I owned Star Trek, I clearly don't. Lastly, I'm not exactly a serious Trekkie (more of a leisurely part-time Trekkie) so go easy on me if I miss something.
A/n: This one is very spoiler-ish for the movie, although I'm guessing you wouldn't be here if you hadn't seen it yet. Nevertheless, you've been warned. :D This one's sad and quite short, but the next one will be happier (and longer), I promise. Massive thanks to all who've reviewed so far - I love you. :D
IV
They'd lost a planet. A planet. It was too huge to comprehend.
For the amount of people gathered in the mess hall, it was eerily quiet. Everyone was subdued and dealing with it in their own way. McCoy for one, was in the corner with a few drinks and several shots already in him.
The image of the planet disappearing before them continued to relentlessly play in his mind. He tried to convince himself there was nothing he could've done differently - I'm a doctor, not a superhero - but he couldn't help it. Saving things, saving people was in his nature, completely ingrained in him. Loss of life was unacceptable.
A planet - a whole planet...
There weren't words for how he felt, how many of them felt, and the more drinks he drank the blurrier things became. He liked blurry - it made it hard to remember things. Yet the only thing that refused to blur was that damn planet, disintegrating into nothing, sucking up all the debris of the Starfleet ships that'd been attacked before them.
He pressed his palms to his eyelids and couldn't think of the reason why he'd signed up for this in the first place.
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