Emotional,physical, and mental

Emotional

Star Date 2261.

Chief Medical Officer's Log:

McCoy paused, tapping his fingers on the counter replaying what he was going to talk about.

A mermaid alien woman was beamed into my med bay earlier this morning and has been placed into a tank.

McCoy looked over toward the resting mermaid who had her arm wrapped in a type of material that did not get wet by water.

She refuses to talk.

McCoy leaned back folding his arms.

Sometimes I wish the infant was still around because he would make any girl talk.

McCoy had a laugh.

That's the part I miss most about Jim.

McCoy could hear the sound of a familiar voice from the other room.

Jim?

End Log.

McCoy stood up from the chair then he walked into the room expecting to see Kirk, alive and fine, his heart racing but instead he saw Chekov sitting on a chair babbling about how amazing Russia is. McCoy's heart slowed down to its regular beat. McCoy sighed, his excitement soured down. The doctor leaned his side against the doorway remembering what he had last heard of the kid. Last McCoy heard, the kid had received a new real arm that was replicated due to means that were not mentioned including a new eye. Ever since the trial and the demotion of Admiral Marcus, they still didn't hear from him.

What little McCoy could guess is that Kirk went under Star Fleets personal witness protection program.

"Hello Doctor!" Chekov said. "She is a beauty."

The mermaid was in the left hand corner of the tank.

"She is afraid of you." McCoy said.

"Mermaids come from Russia," Chekov said. "She has the Russian bold spirit in her. She should not be afraid be me."

McCoy came over to the water tank.

"You are twenty, right?" McCoy asked.

"Yes sir!" Chekov said, nodding rapidly. "I am planning a surprise party for Sulu." McCoy raised an eyebrow. "His birthday is in a week." Chekov rubbed his hands together deviously. McCoy lowered down his eyebrow. "I am planning to bring some of the plants from the botany lab as decorations for the birthday party. Mister Spock advises me that I treat them with respect like I do with a living being and to be discreet about it." He lowered his hands to his side. "Doctor, do you still have the Tennessian whisky?"

McCoy folded his arms.

"That I do." McCoy said.

"Yes!" Chekov said.

"How do you know I have Tennesee whisky?" McCoy asked.

"Well . . ." Chekov sheepishly said. "The kaptain and Mister Spock were kollecting whisky to get a entire groups of aliens drunk while you were down under." He pointed over his shoulder. "The kaptain bragged about how how many bottles he saw in your quarters-"

"Hold on," McCoy said. "That never happened."

"That it did," Chekov said. "Anyways, he explained that to save your life they had to konvince the aliens that they were powerful by getting all of them equally drunk. Mister Spock said, "Wulcans do not get drunk on whisky,kaptain." and the kaptain replied with, "Sure you do, Spock! Just with khocolate." Mister Spock raised an eyebrow at the captain, almost as though wondering who had told him. I gave him the highest grade bottles that I got from Teneslvi IV. The kaptain said that when they return that Mister Spock be in charge while the kaptain sobered up. Four hours later, the kaptain came back with Mister Spock, you, and there were no security members from the previous beaming koming back."