#lehmccoy

[vulcnlogic]

          If y’all keep him  ,   you gotta feed him and take care of his mental health now.   @lehmccoy​ & @ensnchekov​

[ensnchekov-a]

❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜

"No, but did you have to break into Mister Scott's room to get it back? Did you try asking, Doctor?"

[a-gottgenug]

this is @lehmccoy and james in that last ask btw

[a-gottgenug]

“Get behind me.”

   ABSOLUTELY NOT. it's so easy, to fall into old patterns, to let old feelings flare up in the presence of a crew that isn't his, and still belongs. and yet, the emotion that jumps up jim's throat is entirely unique to this version of leonard mccoy, the man he's never called bones. the fear he knows, yes. he's thought his own bones dead plenty of times, and he's tried his best to compartmentalize and tuck the horror of it away. and when his best friend did eventually pass away, far away from the very same space he's worked in and hated all these years, it was almost bearable, knowing that bones was loved, and that he had the opportunity to die in a comfortable bed, surrounded by people that cared for him endlessly.

   the idea that this leonard mccoy could get injured, trying to protect him? this type of anger is its own, this need to defend a new one.

   ' stand down, ' kirk barks out, a refusal all on its own without needing to say no. years of training, coupled with decades of experience in the field, and kirk slips into the role of captain automatically, assuming authority where he doesn't truly have it. it's an act of desparation, as he takes a step forward instead, pushing past leonard, putting the flat of his palm against his chest as he does so, trying to crowd him backwards. ' that's an order, doctor. '

   he can defend himself. the phaser in his hand is a familiar weight, and he ignores spock's attempt at soothing the red, hot irritation in his mind, a contrast to the white, cold fear. later, he'll apologize for his tone, if they make it out of this alive. later.

@lehmccoy | protective

[nursc-a2]

_________  ⋆˚ ★ INCOMING HOLO / ENDLESS EDITS OF NURSC ( DON’T REBLOG IF YOU AREN’T @lehmccoy )

it’s about years of friendship, trust and leonard knowing that he can call her anytime...   she’ll come over to kill the spider for him.

[therapardalis]

[Five Senses Meme from @lehmccoy​.]

[𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill. (Cause I’m a doctor) ------------

“I hate this, you know.” Mouthful. “Not ... this, that you're doing, just -” Mouthful. “It’s just pissing me off that I can’t -” Mouthful. Thera sighed through her nose, swalllowing it down. The soup wasn’t bad, quite tasty actually, and she couldn’t deny that she was hungry or that she appreciated Bones taking the time to do this himself.

Maybe it was a bit of his ‘old country doctor’ coming to the fore?

What troubled her, though, was the same thing that always did - she hated being helpless. If the same situation had come up again, with the choice between keeping her hands in among the burning sparks or letting the whole panel go up in smoke ... well, she’d do the exact same thing over again. But until the burns on her hands mended she couldn’t hold a cup or utensils, and that was the part that was driving her up the wall.

“Thank you,” She murmured, quite honestly; this was one time when she couldn’t be mad at him, “but you don’t need to do this yourself. If you assign somebody else I promise not to growl.”

[therapardalis]

[Random thing from @lehmccoy​.]

How are we going to put a muzzle on him? 🤔 ------------

... Possibly not by making Thera choke on the water she’d just taken a sip from. “You realise I was kidding about that, right?” Please. Bones’ sense of humour was something of a cryptid, and you could never tell when it was going to appear or not.

“And anyway,” Joking or not, her brain couldn’t resist poking holes in the idea, “we work surrounded by bolt-cutters and metal files, he’d just take the damn thing off again.”

[protectxthem]

@lehmccoy​ asked: ❝ lay down. you need to lay down. put your head in my lap. ❞

hurt/comfort starters!! | Accepting

He’s woozy and wobbly from the hit he took and from the blood loss he is enduring. He wipes at his nose and wipes the blood off on his shirt, head shaking a bit; which was a bad idea since it made him nauseous and dizzy.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” He spoke, holding a hand out to McCoy before crumbling to his own knees.

“I’m not okay.” He mumbled, crawling over to his friend; putting his head in the other’s lap.