Here is chapter 3! Hope you like it. I really hope I can get the next 2 chapters up soon, but I am extremely busy with school!

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McCoy gave a sigh of relief. Thank God that his shift was over. The ER was usually very quite during his shifts, and he mostly just checked on patients. That changed drastically as Betazoids came in on gurneys who suffered from drowning. A couple was attempting to take a hologram selfie with their PADDs when one of them fell off the Golden Gate Bridge into the icy water. The other dived in to try and save the other. Sad part was neither of them didn't know how to swim. They were lucky people were around to save them. McCoy shook his head at the thought that people were stupid enough to risk their lives just to get a hologram.

The female was barely conscious and the male was not responsive. The team spent most of their time resuscitate the female. Sadly the female didn't mention to the staff that the male had Zanthi fever.

When they did resuscitate the male they all felt extreme anxiety and panic. Not only did that happen but even some of the staff had trouble breathing saying they felt like they were drowning. It took another 30 minutes to calm the whole staff down and another hypospray to get rid of the Zanthi fever.

It was unsettling to say the least. McCoy felt uncomfortable have emotions like that projected onto him. If drowning induced feelings like that, he was definitely not interested in swimming for awhile. It gave him some shivers thinking about it.

Leonard walked out of the hospital glad to smell the fresh ocean air coming in. He looked at his PADD for the time. It was 3 hours from the sun coming out. It was actually quite nice, and serene to see a city like San Francisco become quiet and peaceful at times like this. He started to walk back to his quarters at the Academy. This walk usually gave him time to reflect and meditate. It was a time where he didn't have to worry about others and Kirk. It was a moment of time just for himself.

He never imagined that his life would of turned out this way. As a kid he had a dream of becoming a professional basketball player, but his father inspired him to become a doctor. If he could be half the man his dad was he would feel proud. He never had a desire to join Starfleet. He thought his whole life was planned out and that he would live to an old rip age, retire and live in a small house with his own orchard in Georgia. That just maybe he would have had time when he was old to perfect making his own home brewed whiskey.

Nope that dream was now dust. That was a different McCoy and a different life. He sighed. He thought that he was over his divorce but if he was being honest with himself, it has affected him more than he anticipated. He was now more closed off emotionally than ever before and couldn't push away feelings of bitterness that would creep up on him as he laid on his bed each night. Anger started to grow in his chest. He was angry that he couldn't be a better father. He was angry that he couldn't see His daughter, Joanna. He was angry at his ex for taking the whole damn planet. He was angry that he didn't see it coming. He was angry that he hadn't tried hard enough to fix everything. The painful aching started to spread like a wildfire in his chest. The guilt and regret started to loom over him.

Maybe his anger was just a cover up for his emotional trauma and pain? He hated playing his own therapist and admitting these things to himself. He looked up at the sky wishing there was an answer written in the stars. Bones had the rest of his life to analyze his mistakes. He was too busy to worry about solving his past. He just needed to focus on getting out of the Academy, work, or how he would save Kirk's hide next weekend. Now he had time to work on research again and publish a journal. Maybe he would start dating again? He shook his head in disbelief at the thought. He was by no means ready for any serious relationships. He just couldn't give himself fully to anyone for awhile. He was happy not dealing with commitments like that for a long time. His desire to emotionally support another human being was not there, and in turn he did not want to be emotionally vulnerable with someone else.

He sighed.

He was tired of analyzing himself and he could feel how tired his eyes were getting. As McCoy approached a crosswalk d he saw a person on the other side of the street, but couldn't get a good look at them. The walk signal was on but two hover cars were coming by. A red hover cycle was turing the corner extremely fast and McCoy could hear the brakes screech as the vehicle tried to stop. Bones didn't need to be a physicist to know that there was no way they were going to stop safely.

The driver over estimate and ended up hitting the building across the street. With the impact he saw two bodies fly for 20 feet and then skid on the ground. It was a surreal moment. He couldn't believe his eyes. They looked like two Terran males and both weren't wearing helmets. Blood started to fill his vision as he started to focus on them. The first thought that went through his mind was that they needed his help. All of a sudden he ran to them without a second thought. He was going into doctor mode. He needed to save their lives and he could help them have a chance to live. As he got closer to both of them he could tell that they both had many lacerations. He had no dermal regenerator, tricorder, or hyposprays on him. He was going to have to use good old-fashioned medical techniques. He knelt down and assessed the man right in front of him he obviously had fractures in both his femurs, he was not conscious but had ragged breaths. His body hadn't gone into shock yet. He continued to scan and the most dangerous looking thing about him was the deep cut that was pulsating blood from his upper thigh. Something must of cut his femoral artery. McCoy quickly ripped off a huge part of his shirt and made a tourniquet around the man's upper thigh. The bleeding still continued and he cursed because the man could bleed out in a matter of seconds. He started to feel fear for the man's life. What was he going to do? He did not have the tools to control this kind of bleed. He cursed again.

You need to apply more pressure to that artery! It's the only way"

McCoy looked up in shock. It was Lieutenant Chapel and she was leaning over the other injured man and dressing his wounds with some torn cloth from her shirt, "Doctor! Do it!"

He looked at her. Her steady confident look made him move into action. The blood started to flow less, but the wound was still pulsating a steady flow under his hand. The man only had minutes to live.

"Lieutenant Chapel, I need you to call an ambulance. Tell them-"

"I already did it. Don't worry, focus! I'll take care of this one. The ambulance should be arriving anytime now."

Mccoy continued to examine his patient. He repeatedly assessed for signs of shock. He silently hoped that the Terran would not go into shock it would only make the situation more dangerous. He used all his strength to use pressure on the bleeding wound. He was not trained to be a trauma doctor. His residency was in family practice and xenoneurology. He was not use to high stress situations. He used all his mental and physical strength on keeping the man in front of him alive.

The man who Chapel was working on made a small gasp.

She spoke, "He's regaining consciousness."

The man's eyes shot open as his pupil dilated pupils shrunk and panic filled his face. McCoy was ready to start explaining the situation to the man but Chapel opened her mouth first.

"Sir, everything is going to be alright"

The conscious man looked over at his friend and started to hyperventilate,"I need you to remain calm and do not move, your friend will be alright. He is in good hands. Let's focus on keeping your breathing steady. An ambulance will be here soon and both of you will be fine."

The man started to calm down and focused on breathing evenly and slowly.

McCoy was impressed, he never had good bedside manner. He would of made the patient have a panic attack. He could tell that her kindness was genuine, and he definitely didn't have that gift. He admired her for having a gentleness about her.

Within 2 minutes he could hear the sirens a block away. Before he knew it a team of medics were rushing to his side. He looked at them and addressed them, "I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy. This man has a huge laceration on his upper thigh. His femoral artery has been cut. I need you to get a vascular regenerator immediately, and prepare 3 units of blood."

The team of medics didn't question him. One went to grab the necessary supplies, while the rest of the team stayed and assessed the two injured men with tricorders. They started to give hyposprays to both of the men. The tricorder showed that both of them were in critical condition. The medic ran back with a vascular regenerator in hand but had trouble turning the regenerator on.

"Damn it, man! We need to use this now!"

Chapel quickly grabbed the device from the speechless medics' hand and spoke as she used the vascular regenerator on the bleeding man, "I'm Nurse Christine Chapel, I'm fully trained to use this device."

The beam from the regenerator started to close the wound and the bleeding stopped. Finally, McCoy was able to release the pressure from the man's leg and take the bloodied makeshift tourniquet off.

McCoy spoke, "Thank God."

He gave Chapel a grateful look, and she gave him a relieved one as the medics loaded the man on a gurney and put him in the ambulance. She walked towards a medic who wanted to ask her some quick questions. He watched them briefly and then approached her.

"-a fracture to his tibia, and his hip is out of socket. His lacerations aren't too detrimental to his health. I hope that helps."

The medic spoke "Thanks, Nurse Chapel, for your help," he saw McCoy approaching,"you as well, Doctor. They should be in stable condition soon. Farewell"

"The medic returned to the ambulance and it drove away. All that was left at the scene were a few police officers assessing what happened and a crew of people to clean up the mess. McCoy looked down at himself half his shirt was gone, and he was covered in red blood. Quite frankly he looked like hell.

"I never thought I would see you at this hour, or like this!"

Mccoy looked up at who was talking. Chapel looked just as bad as him. She has blood and dirt on her. Her hair was disheveled and part of her stomach showed where she had ripped her shirt. McCoy wanted to stare longer at the beautifully exposed skin, but he forced his eyes up to hers.

"You are definitely the last person I expected to see."

She chuckled, "I was just walking to Starfleet hospital. I work there most of the time. I only teach part time, it keeps up-to-date with the research world."

"I literal just left the hospital. I take shifts a couple times a week in the ER. Usually, the night shifts."

"I wonder why I haven't seen you walking before today? I'm always at the shift change."

"Maybe it's because we didn't know each other until a couple hours ago."

"Perhaps. Doctor, you did really great today. I was literally across the street from you and was about to say hello when the accident happened and you were at their sides within seconds."

"Well, I couldn't have done it alone. You did call an ambulance and help the other patient until the medics arrived."

Right as Chapel started to speak an officer approached them and started to question them about the accident. They divulged the small amount of information they knew.

"McCoy, I have to go to my shift at the hospital, I'm extremely late. I'll go and check on those 2 patients. I'll let you know how they are doing next class."

"Thanks, Lieutenant Chapel."

"Don't worry about calling me Lieutenant Chapel when we are off duty. I'm Christine."

He made a small chuckle, "You can call me Leonard then."

She made a small smile, "Ok then, Len, have a good day."

She waved and walked away. He laughed at the nickname he was given, only his grandmother called him that.

Mccoy just stood there thinking. What just happened and why did he find her smile so beautiful even though she was a mess?

He continued his walk home wearing tattered clothes with blood all over it. He was lucky no one saw him the rest of his walk back to his quarters.

He made it to his quarters and Jim was gone. Typical. Well, on the plus side he didn't have to worry about him until tomorrow. He went to the bathroom and took a shower to wash off the blood and dirt that was caked on him.

It had been an especially interesting day for sure. McCoy was not expecting to run into Lieutenant Chapel again in the space of 24 hours. The next time he would see her again would be at the end of the week when he had his Trill neurology class. He wondered what she would tell him about those patients. He hoped that they were in stable condition now.

He sighed. Got out of the shower and changed into standard Starfleet grey shorts and blue boxers. The walk to his bed couldn't come soon enough as he laid down on the mattress without going under the covers. He was exhausted and drifted into a dreamless sleep.