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"It sure looked like something. I've never seen the hobgoblin leave a room that fast, and you gotta tell me your secret," McCoy said with a smirk.
"I don't think it would work too well for you," Emmy said with a small smile, still dazed from Spock's presence.
"Ah. Well…it didn't hurt to ask," McCoy said with a knowing smile. She laughed, thankful that McCoy didn't rub the incident in too badly. Emmy couldn't even imagine how she must look, clothes rumpled, hair strewn about, not to mention the trickle of blood she could feel escaping from the reopened bite mark.
"Listen. Nurse Marshall…" McCoy started hesitantly, after stepping into her room.
"Emmy," she said quickly, "After seeing me like this Nurse Marshall seems a bit too formal." She finished with a blush that she could feel heat her face.
McCoy nodded and a small laugh escaped him. "I can tell you this wasn't what I was expecting when I decided to come by tonight," he smirked.
"I'd imagine not," she said ruefully, with an embarrassed smile.
"I wanted to come by personally and apologize about the other day," McCoy said softly.
"It's okay. You don't have to—" Emmy started, but was quickly cut off.
"I don't think you know how rare my apologies are. If I were you, I'd sit back and bask in it while you can. Because chances are you'll never hear one again," McCoy said with a smug smirk.
"Oh, well! Then please continue, oh great one!" she said with a smile.
"It was extremely unprofessional of me to bring up a medical situation in front of anyone other the patient and yourself. It simply slipped out and I won't allow that to happen again. For all of it, I'm sorry, and I hope this won't affect our working relationship," McCoy said stiffly, as though apologizing physically hurt him.
"It won't," Emmy said quickly.
"Good. And you have my word that neither the Captain nor I will ever mention that incident again, unless you decide to talk about it," McCoy said seriously
"Thank you," Emmy said quietly, still partially embarrassed. But she knew McCoy was telling her that if she needed to talk, she could go to him.
"Ehh no problem. Just don't mention me being all girly with you and we'll be fine," McCoy said, sounding more like himself.
"My lips are sealed," Emmy said with a small laugh.
"Good," McCoy replied.
Emmy nodded, not sure what else to say.
"I've got to get back to the med lab. Papers to fill out and such. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning," McCoy said, turning to leave my room.
"Goodnight," Emmy said before the doors closed.
Plopping down rather ungracefully on her bed, she covered her face with her hands. Emmy couldn't believe what a day this had turned out to be. Talking with the Captain, Kat, Spock, and McCoy—it was enough to drain even the strongest person, and since she wasn't the strongest of the bunch, Emmy felt like she could sleep for weeks.
She lay down, not even bothering to get up and check her appearance, or her newly reopened bite mark. She would deal with it all tomorrow when she had more energy.