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[asouthron]

Obviously, I was not the only one affected by that damn Pagan holiday prank, but I am wondering:

Has anyone reappeared that didn't come out completely unscathed?

If so, please respond here, or come to the clinic. I would like to ask a few questions.


- Dr. McCoy

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[jirk]

[Jim wets his lips. Exhales. Next thing you'll be telling me you can bring people back from the dead. But no. That's angry, and bitter. And unfair a little, too, given the fact that the guy can't currently talk. Jim knows, he knows his anger at Bones is displaced for that. He doesn't need to grab the guy and shake him and say, why me? It's survivor's guilt and it's dragging him down like a rusted iron anchor. But it's not Bones' problem. He did what he could, he did everything he could, and Jim knows it.]

My point, Bones, is that it's not fatal. And it's not permanent. No way is it permanent.

[asouthron]

[ Ha! His mouth opens for a laugh, but, as usual, nothing comes out. ]

Says who? You? Did you take a class on nefarious magical bullshit while you were here?

[ McCoy shakes his head and tries to think of something to do that's a little more productive than yelling at his best friend via pieces of paper. After a few moments, he crushes the bitter message up into a ball and fumbles with more constructive words for his anxiety as he stares at a new piece of paper. ]

[jirk]

Yeah, well. Maybe I did.

[He sighs.]

Look, we got interrupted the other day, and I'm pretty sure you were only half the way through all your - completely barbaric, thanks - check-up. So if you want to do your duty as my CMO, get on it already.

[HE SHIFTS A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLY, looking down and then back up with a rough clearing of his throat. Come on, Bones, you always feel better when you're jabbing him with things, right? Look at the sacrifice he's making for you. Look at it. This is the Jim Kirk equivalent of this gif.]

[asouthron]

[ Wh... What? Did he just-- Did that--? Was there--?

His eyes bulge comically before narrowing into suspicious little slivers. Oh yeah, he'll be getting his medical tricorder, Jim, because he's pretty sure you're suffering from acute head trauma.

Or you are using your diplomatic skills and wrangling McCoy into a position without him even realizing it. Either way, he's up and with a tricorder in hand! He runs it over Jim's head dramatically like he's looking for a missing screw. Yeah, it's an old joke, but sometimes the old ones are the best ones. ]

[jirk]

[Jim gives him a hand gesture that's rude in at least three different alien cultures, and folds his arms with a dramatic roll of his eyes.]

The only medical complaint I've got is a serious pain in my ass. Maybe you know him. Six foot, tries to sneak Andorian flu cultures into your food if you call him 'Lennie'?

[asouthron]

[ Just the mention of that name makes his face twitch. Andorian flu cultures might be a bit of a dramatic overstatement, but anyone who attempts to give him a nickname (outside of Jim) finds him or herself in dire need of burn ointment after his glare literally melts the flesh off their face.

A quick rifle through his kit produces a hypospray with the same antibiotic blend that broke on him the last time they attempted this. He dials in the correct dosage before standing up to face his friend properly, but an irrational part of him is almost hesitant to try this again. It's not like this whole thing started because he tried to stab his friend for the umpteenth time, but what if it had?

No. It hadn't. Science isn't the villain here. It's magic! MAGIIIC!

He puts a hand on Jim's shoulder to keep him in place while he drives the hypospray into that scrawny neck of his. But really, the hand is just to make sure he still remains in the corporeal world. Unresolved issues? Who, McCoy? ]

[jirk]

[Jim endures this with the stoic dignity of a man who's the captain of Starfleet's best and fine--

No, that's a bold-face lie. He grimaces and squirms and generally fusses, but at least he holds semi-still and attempts patience while McCoy manhandles him. At the hand on his shoulder, he says nothing. He gets it.]