Leonard 'Bones' enjoys basketball. The sweat clinging to his t-shirt, the pounding of ball against the court, the footwork to keep his opponent guessing, everything about the game appeals to him. Half his nurses and almost all of his patients would guess he plays golf. That's ridiculous, he hates golf.
To be fair to the game, he does enjoy swinging the clubs and there have been several times he would have liked to swing one at some idiot's head. He doesn't like being nice to fools. His bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired, a fact that got him in trouble at the Academy.
"Cadet McCoy, you can not tell a patient that there hasn't been a cure for stupidity!" The instructor was breathing heavily and her voice had an edge that suggested she was trying to keep her temper.
"He accidentally shot himself with a phaser. I can fix the wound but I can't do anything about the low IQ." He spelled it out for her slowly, just in case she didn't get the point. He's nice to accident victims and kids, everyone else should take what they can get. (His ex did)
"Cadet if you can't treat your patients like a caring physician ought than I suggest you find another line of work!" Her face is bright red and he almost cracks up looking at her.
What other work could he do? His practice went down the toilet in the divorce and besides medicine his only other skill is that data entry. He worked for a political candidate as an undergrad and spent four hours a day for six months sitting at a computer terminal. It was the most mind-numbing job he ever had.
But if he were honest with himself, he'd take the idiots over the computer any day. At least once the idiot is healed they can play basketball.
Fin.
Author's notes: Another drabble complete. A doctor that hates golf was the only thing I could think of.