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As interesting a history lesson as that flood was, I could've done without turning into a chain smoker. Anyone have any suggestions on how to get the smell out of stuff?

For any of you new people, I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the starship Enterprise and head of the infirmary here. We're kinda short staffed at the moment, so if there's anyone who wants to lend a hand, let me know and we'll try to work something out. Inmates'll need to get permission from their warden before they're allowed on staff.

Any new arrivals should come down to the infirmary whenever they're able for a medical exam. It takes five minutes, is no touch and the results are confidential. We use them to create a medical baseline in case something happens while you're on board.

[Private to Spock]

You've been awful quiet lately.

[Private to T'Pol]

You alright? [Dat flood man. :|]

[Private to Arya]

How're you doing, kid?

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But they do more or less the same thing?

Yeah, more or less.

Alright. If you could talk me through some of the stuff you've got on hand, I'd appreciate it.

Yeah, of course. I could bring in some of my potions later, if you're not busy?

That'd be great. Come by whenever's convenient for you.

['Whenever's convenient' ends up being a couple of hours later - long enough to finish and bottle another couple of potions. Merlin makes his way into the infirmary, the leather satchel at his side clinking with the sound of glass inside.]

Doctor...?

[McCoy has been more or less living in the infirmary since Jim and Martha left, and has been spending even more time in there since Caesares poofed, so basically all of ten seconds later, he's coming out of the office to say hey.]

Afternoon.

[Merlin smiles broadly, his 'good first impression' face even though they've bumped into each other before, and holds out a hand.]

'Afternoon.

[Awww Merlin. Bones shakes his hand and gestures for him to head into the infirmary to show off his stuff.]

So, what've you got?

[He rifles around in his bag, producing a few stoppered glass vials which he sets down carefully. They're labelled - a sleeping draught, a potion for fever, a painkiller and a salve for wounds.]

Most of my healing magic uses spells, but these are based on potions Gaius - the physician at Camelot taught me to make them. [He rubs the back of his neck lightly.] They do all work. I tested them myself.

[He nods and carefully picks one up, giving it a look.] What're they made out of?

Oh - well - I have all the lists in my room, but it's mostly herbs and other plants. [He smiles impishly.] And magic. A bit.

I'd like to see 'em, if you don't mind. Anyone have a history of allergic reaction to any of them?

Nobody I've treated with them, no. I've [almost] always asked about allergies first. But... [He hesitates for a moment because he needs to talk about computers now, wat do.] I know it'd be a good idea to make a note of everything that's in them in the same place that people's records are, so it can...check? Can it do that?

[You can do it, Merlin. :c Bones nods and shrugs.] Yeah, if we created a database to cross check against the patient files. Shouldn't be that hard.

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