Eight Days
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Category:
S through Z › Star Trek (2009)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,514
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Paramount owns all the Star Trek characters and I’m not making any money by writing about them. But I can get off on writing about them, which is pretty nifty.
Part V
Part V:
The silver medical case is on the table next to where Leonard McCoy and I are standing. He’s prepped it, but it’s easy to see he’s not eager to hand it over.
“You’re sure this’ll work?”
“His progression is exactly as the records described.” I leave out the part about how my own blood now feels like its on fire. That’s more than he needs to know.
McCoy shakes his head. He is looking over the printouts again, the ones I painstakingly researched and translated this afternoon. “Remind me -- why don’t we know about this?”
“His people rarely speak of it. Even the written records are difficult to find. And even if you manage that, it’s all in either in obscure medical language or metaphor.”
“Seems like some serious prudery to me, “ McCoy groused.
“It’s not.“ I press my lips together, fighting to stay and explain when every part of me wants to just grab that case and sprint out of the hospital. “During pon farr a Vulcan’s body just takes over. Everything he’s taught to value -- logic, control -- it’s stripped away.”
“Still -- It’s not healthy for an entire race to be this uptight.”
I’m holding McCoy’s gaze directly. “Please. I need to go help him.”
He is startled. “Who said anything about you? You’re not a doctor. I need to take care of this.”
“No!”
My tone is too forceful, but I can’t help it. “It- It’s been humiliating having even one human see him like this. If you go, he might not cooperate.”
McCoy drums his fingers on the table. It’s clear that he’s not happy.
“Look, once he’s resting comfortably, I’ll contact you. ”
“All right, fine. Call me once he’s settled. I’ll come after you if you don’t.”
McCoy slides the case into the black carryall that I’ve brought. I take the shoulder strap and sling it across my body, like ammunition.
I go to leave but turn at the door, “Doctor?”
“What now?”
“Thank you.”
He just waves a hand, dismissing me. But this meeting confirms what I’d heard. Despite what people may say about his country upbringing, McCoy is the best cadet-doctor in the corps.
He’ll be a lucky captain, whoever ends up with McCoy on board.
.
The silver medical case is on the table next to where Leonard McCoy and I are standing. He’s prepped it, but it’s easy to see he’s not eager to hand it over.
“You’re sure this’ll work?”
“His progression is exactly as the records described.” I leave out the part about how my own blood now feels like its on fire. That’s more than he needs to know.
McCoy shakes his head. He is looking over the printouts again, the ones I painstakingly researched and translated this afternoon. “Remind me -- why don’t we know about this?”
“His people rarely speak of it. Even the written records are difficult to find. And even if you manage that, it’s all in either in obscure medical language or metaphor.”
“Seems like some serious prudery to me, “ McCoy groused.
“It’s not.“ I press my lips together, fighting to stay and explain when every part of me wants to just grab that case and sprint out of the hospital. “During pon farr a Vulcan’s body just takes over. Everything he’s taught to value -- logic, control -- it’s stripped away.”
“Still -- It’s not healthy for an entire race to be this uptight.”
I’m holding McCoy’s gaze directly. “Please. I need to go help him.”
He is startled. “Who said anything about you? You’re not a doctor. I need to take care of this.”
“No!”
My tone is too forceful, but I can’t help it. “It- It’s been humiliating having even one human see him like this. If you go, he might not cooperate.”
McCoy drums his fingers on the table. It’s clear that he’s not happy.
“Look, once he’s resting comfortably, I’ll contact you. ”
“All right, fine. Call me once he’s settled. I’ll come after you if you don’t.”
McCoy slides the case into the black carryall that I’ve brought. I take the shoulder strap and sling it across my body, like ammunition.
I go to leave but turn at the door, “Doctor?”
“What now?”
“Thank you.”
He just waves a hand, dismissing me. But this meeting confirms what I’d heard. Despite what people may say about his country upbringing, McCoy is the best cadet-doctor in the corps.
He’ll be a lucky captain, whoever ends up with McCoy on board.
.