Star Trek One-Shots

McCoy (7)

Fair warning: a bit of a Doctor who crossover. It shouldn't be too hard to understand though. I explained it well enough (hopefully).
The wonderful requestor: Superwholock0799
Two hearts in love
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It was chaos. The current Romulan attack on the ship wasn't helping. Injured crewmen and women alike were being rushed into the medbay, as all nurses on staff and anybody with even a bit of medical training hunched over bloodied and broken patients. The CMO, a southern Doctor Leonard McCoy, was working like a well-oiled machine on the patients with the worst of it. He'd do what he had to, instruct the nurses to finish up, and move on to the next. Sweat covered his face as he washed his hands off both quickly and thoroughly, before grabbing a pair of new surgical gloves and rushing off to the next injured person.

You happened to be that next person. You were walking down the white halls after your lunch break when the attack began. The blow to the ship forced shrapnel metal into your shoulder. Thankfully, the others around you weren't as injured, and were able to help you hobble over to the frantic medbay.

"Third degree burns, deep cut...." The doctor began somewhat to himself as he leaned over you. The nurses had temporarily managed to stop the bleeding, but your shoulder still felt like fire.

"There's still metal in there, a huge chunk of it in deep," McCoy spoke up louder to the two nurses beside you. They didn't need any prodding, and set work instantly gathering the materials the doctor needed.

"I'm going to have get it out, but that's the only thing holding your blood in. We should be able to stop the bleeding, thankfully it didn't hit anything too bad." The Doctor said to you. You started to nod, but winced in pain and let out a weak whimper instead.

The nurses returned and McCoy instructed them on stopping the bleeding after he got the metal out. He gave a look to you. "This is going to hurt," before starting on the wound.

Your whole body tightened in pain and you jolted up a bit on the bed. You let out a scream before you could help it. Raw, red pain. Your vision flashed black a moment, and you thought you had passed out of a second. When you were able to focus again, you noticed both the nurses on your wound, stopping the bleeding. Doctor McCoy stood back and looked at you a moment. Your eyes caught his, and you silently gave your thanks. You thought you saw a spark of sympathy in his eyes but just as it came, he steeled his emotions, wiped his forehead, and headed off to another patient.

As the bleeding stopped you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. You weren't going to die. You could never really die anyway.

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A week had passed since the attack. Fifty-two men and women had been killed, one of which happened to be your roommate. The wreckage had been, for the most part, cleared away but there was still a lingering felling of panic embedded in the white walls.

"Smith, Heather," a gruff voice rang out in the fairly empty medbay. Doctor McCoy looked at you, then back to the PADD which held your information. "Yes, shrapnel to the shoulder."

"Yes sir," you said quickly and softly. You had been dreading this appointment ever since you were injured. A check-up after your incident, something you had desperately been trying to avoid. Well, you had been avoiding any inclination to head back down to the Medbay.

"All right then, let's get this over with," the southern doctor sighed out as he began examining you.

First he checked your shoulder, since it had been the worst hit. After telling you that it would heal nicely, he began the regular part of the examination. The part that scared you.

McCoy went to check your heartbeat when he stopped. Two heartbeats. Two hearts?

"I can explain," you said quickly. He crossed his arms as you relayed your tale. See, you were the daughter of a famous time-traveler known as the Doctor (not a real doctor, you had to explain). The Doctor was an alien from Gallifrey, a planet that (from what you knew of) no longer existed. You didn't look alien, but you did have the internal characteristics of your father. Two-hearts being the case. You then explained to McCoy how you could regenerate, so you didn't have much of a fear of dying. That was why you had joined Starfleet as a red shirt.

After finishing your story, the CMO stared at you. You would have assumed he didn't believe your story, but you also knew he had probably seen and heard of everything by now. So when he went to check your heartbeat again without a word, you took it as a good sign.

"Are your hearts suppose to beat faster than human ones?" He asked suddenly.

"No, I don't think so," you replied.

McCoy shook his head curiously "Then why are they?" He asked more to himself.

You flushed red. "Oh, um, well...I guess my hearts are betraying me." It came out more of a question than a statement.

The doctor seemed to register your vague confession because he leaned forward and kissed you. It was short, only about three seconds, and you didn't react, other than your hearts speeding up and face growing hotter.

When McCoy pulled away he looked at you with a grin. "I'll have a nurse finish you up, and then we can go out for lunch."

You nodded and bit your lip as you watched him walk off. If something good came out of your injury, it was the date.

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I truly hoped you enjoyed! Happy holidays all. -BBoC