[ He bids a few of the nurses a silent farewell as he leaves a few minutes early to meet Mr. Wayne--Truly an unprecedented phenomenon. Taking what data he's accrued with him on his PADD, McCoy peruses the screen as he pushes the door open with his shoulder.
Oh, goddamnit! He really needs to talk to Chekov about these blips of memory loss that plague him at the most convenient times! There's a voodoo witch doctor with a vendetta on the loose, and now his latest paragraph looks like a digital rat just chewed through every other character!
Before his thoughts fade, he begins retyping them on his way out with his usual sunny disposition written all over his face. ]
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Oh, goddamnit! He really needs to talk to Chekov about these blips of memory loss that plague him at the most convenient times! There's a voodoo witch doctor with a vendetta on the loose, and now his latest paragraph looks like a digital rat just chewed through every other character!
Before his thoughts fade, he begins retyping them on his way out with his usual sunny disposition written all over his face. ]