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“Exactly. It’s a good thing I came down.” This was something that Leonard would probably never utter again. Not that he was agreeing that he was glad that Jim took the bullet for him. The doctor liked to believe that he’d be able to treat his own wounds and would at least know what was best for him until he was safely onboard the Enterprise once again.
Only on rare occasions would Leonard use the communicator, normally that was Jim’s responsibility to get in contact with the crew unless something went wrong to hinder his ability to do so. Much like now. Only a nod was given before grabbing the communicator, testing it some to see if he could get a signal. Surprisingly enough he managed to find one – although the strength wasn’t as strong as he’d like – but he could work with it.
“This is McCoy, Kirk has been shot. We need someone to beam us up to the ship now.” The only other time that he ever referred to his friend by a last name basis was when he died, hoping to prevent such an occurrence from happening again.
“What? Don’t think I can treat a wound? Wouldn’t be perfect work like you can do or the wonders you work, but I’ve had worse to treat.” There were times like now, that Jim had gone through alone. From his childhood with Frank to living on Tarsus, when the famine struck and the starvation started happening. He had to treat and or take care of wounds that looked a lot worse than the bullet wound that he had in that moment in time.
That’s all the blond needed of his friend was the nod of his head, now that he knew that Bones was going to try and get into contact with the ship. A small sigh came from the blond when he saw that Bones had gotten a signal of sorts and that he was contacting the Enterprise, to find out if they can be beamed on board the ship. While his friend was busy talking through the communicator, he reached for his phaser that was in it’s holster around his waist and pulled it out in case he needed to protect his friend.
“Doctor McCoy? Ensign Chekov is trying to lock onto yours and the Captains signals. Please standby.” Jim winced at the usage of his last name coming from the doctor and from his friend. His eyes were starting to become unfocused and focused and his breathing was becoming labored as time went by.
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“What? Don’t think I can treat a wound? Wouldn’t be perfect work like you can do or the wonders you work, but I’ve had worse to treat.” There were times like now, that Jim had gone through alone. From his childhood with Frank to living on Tarsus, when the famine struck and the starvation started happening. He had to treat and or take care of wounds that looked a lot worse than the bullet wound that he had in that moment in time.
That’s all the blond needed of his friend was the nod of his head, now that he knew that Bones was going to try and get into contact with the ship. A small sigh came from the blond when he saw that Bones had gotten a signal of sorts and that he was contacting the Enterprise, to find out if they can be beamed on board the ship. While his friend was busy talking through the communicator, he reached for his phaser that was in it’s holster around his waist and pulled it out in case he needed to protect his friend.
“Doctor McCoy? Ensign Chekov is trying to lock onto yours and the Captains signals. Please standby.” Jim winced at the usage of his last name coming from the doctor and from his friend. His eyes were starting to become unfocused and focused and his breathing was becoming labored as time went by.
“I never said that, but given our situation, it’s best to have someone else treating your wound than yourself.” The doctor had not intended to call Jim out on his inabilities to perform the proper care necessary in treating his current injuries. But if he should pass out due to blood loss, there was nothing more that he’d be able to do from there. At least with Leonard there – if the worst should happen – he’d still stand a good chance of returning back to the Enterprise instead of bleeding out.
“We’re not exactly in the position to be going anywhere.” Okay, so maybe the way in which Leonard’s words and tone of voice came across was a bit unnecessary, but he wouldn’t be content or pleased until they were each beamed safely onboard the Enterprise. The longer they stayed on the planet’s soil, the higher their chances became of being injured or worse.
If things panned out right, they should be aboard the ship in only a couple more minutes or so he hoped. “Jim. How ya feelin?” Obviously he still wasn’t in the best shape, but he just needed to make sure that his condition wasn’t beginning to worsen rapidly.
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