What it means to be Doctor McCoy; these are the ways

The oath to help others and the feel of dismay

"You care about him, do you? Enricay asked as Jim's muscular, athletic build was set between the two on the grass.

"It is all in a days work," McCoy said.

"If I were you, I would have done the same," Enricay said. "and never left."

Jim's chest rose up and down.

"Would ya go after him?" McCoy asked.

"I would if I were twenty-three again," Enricay said.

"Spock told me that ya a hundred," McCoy said.

"One hundred eighty-nine," Enricay said.

McCoy whistled.

"How impressive," McCoy said. "it seems ya life span is like the Vulcans."

"We don't age visibly," Enricay said. "your friend. . . is he two hundred?"

"Nah, mid-thirties," McCoy said. "not in his hundreds."

"So. . . they age visibly," Enricay said.

"Yeah," McCoy said. "I know a Vulcan who is one hundred sixty two and another who is nearin' his hundreds."

"How long do humans live?" Enricay asked.

"Most die at one hundred sixty," McCoy said. "but if they don't. . . they just fall apart. Terribly. And we need medicine to keep us goin'."

"That is a sad, pityful existence," Enricay said.

"Yes, it is," McCoy said.

"I met one of you earlier," Enricay said. "enjoying himself."

"I would enjoy it, here, too if I were an old man," McCoy admitted. "the sightin' here is gorgeous."

"Beautiful," Enricay said.

"When does age become irrelevent to y'all?" McCoy asked.

"Twenty," Enricay said.

"If ya stick around. . . longer. . ." McCoy said. "could there be a chance that ya outlive humans?"

"Our oldest member died at the age of two hundred ninety," Enricay said. "not even a bag of bones."

"Ya don't look a day over forty," McCoy said.

"You still look as though you are the equivalent of a man aging well and having a hard time with stress for your species," Enricay said. ". . . but the Vulcan. . your friend. . . looks so youthful."

"They are that way," McCoy said.

"Will he be that way forever?" Enricay asked.

". . . Yes," McCoy said. "he starts goin' gray in his hundreds," McCoy twirled his finger in the air. "If his elder is any indication. He will start measurin' time by how gray I get!"

Enricay laughed.

"Are you scared?" McCoy looked over.

"Nah," the doctor replied. "not at all. I know what to expect from Spock."

"That is admirable," Enricay said. "and you remind me of that human. . . you share the same fierce eyebrows."

McCoy leaned up from the grass.

"How about ya put the infant onto the nearby bench," McCoy said. "that will wake him up. . . .If ya like a man to get his ass up and tell ya good night."

"That would be preferable," Enricay said.

"I will wake up Spock," McCoy said. "he needs to be waken up the most."