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Bones Imagine

LEONARD MCCOY IMAGINE
WARNING: Swearing, your character has depression

     You were a doctor on the USS Enterprise. You had to admit that lately you had felt really insecure. No one shared the same interests as you, some people called you freak, and you weren't good looking in your mind.  You thought about the names they had called you as blood ran down your arm.

     Fat, ugly, freak, slut, dumbass. All these words rushed through your head as you brought the blade down on your skin. You were cut short from your tears as a beeping sound resegnated through your quarters. You sighed, and put on a jacket to cover up your arm, the went to the door and it opened to reveal Bones.

     "Hello Bones, what can I do for ya?" you asked.

     "I just came to check up on you, you weren't really yourself today at work, and I wanted to see if anything was wrong?" he informed you. You sighed.

     "It's nothing, just a small personal problem," you said, knowing that this was far from small. "Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I sort of have to get back to what I was doing," you said, starting to close the door, turning around at the same time.

     "Wait! (Y/N)!" he exclaimed as he grabbed your wrist. You cringed in pain and his eyes widened. You could feel the cuts open and the blood run down your arm and onto your hand. He gasped as he rolled up your sleeve to show the cuts on your arm, and he knew in an instant that they were self-inflicted. "God damn it! (Y/N)! How long?!" he asked you, closing the door and taking you to sit on the bed.

     "Three- three months," you whimpered, afraid of what he would do. But he did the unexpected, he pulled you into his strong arms for a hug.

     "I'm going to help you get through this," he said into your hair. You then did the luxury you had denied yourself for three months, you cried, spilling out everything that had happened. He tensed when he heard all the names they called you. "Who?" he asked you. You shook your head, they would get you, they would make it worse. "(Y/N), I know you're scared, but I can't help you if you don't tell me," he told you. You nodded and told him the names of the bullies. "Who else knows about this?" he asked, gesturing to your wrists, that had closed up by now.

     "Scotty," you said. "He cheers me up when I'm down, but it doesn't always work," you said. "Please don't tell Jim," you pleaded for him to not tell your brother.

      "I promise," he said, pulling away from the hug so you two were at arms length. "And (Y/N), you have the right to know, that I'm in love with you, (Y/N)," You gave him a weak smile and pulled him in for a kiss. With that kiss, you felt the weight on your chest be lifted, and all your troubles float away. Thanks to Bones, now you are: one, depression free, and two, Mrs. Mccoy.