TWENTY SIX | VOICE/SPAM

[imaythrowuponyou]

Now that we're back to our regularly scheduled programming, [Har har.] I'll be back in the infirmary in a while. For any new people, I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy. I'm the Chief Medical Officer on board the Starship Enterprise, and I'm head of the infirmary here.

[Private to Arya]

You doing alright?

[Private to Merlin]

Thanks for holding down the fort.

[Spam for Jim]

[Messages sent out, McCoy hesitated before sending another to Jim, because he really didn't know what to say to him. It had been a weird flood, and he wasn't exactly great at articulating stuff like thanks for bugging the hell out of me after I threw up on you in a shuttle because my life would really suck without you.

So, after going back and forth about it for a while longer, he got up and headed down to Jim's room, knocking on the door and waiting for his friend to answer the door.]

Comments

Private

[takeyouapart]

The Doctor helped a lot as well. But you're welcome.

Private

[imaythrowuponyou]

He's kinda supposed to. You could run for the hills if you wanted.

Private

[takeyouapart]

If someone comes into the Infirmary and they're hurt, I can usually make them better. Why wouldn't I be 'supposed to'?

Private

[imaythrowuponyou]

We've had plenty of support staff members who don't give a quarter of the shit you do about what happens. [Which basically means you're the best but bah feelings.]

Private

[takeyouapart]

[It's cool, he learnt 'emotionally constipated' from Arthur.]

Thank you, Dr. McCoy.

Private

[imaythrowuponyou]

[And Arthur is the best of the best.]

You're welcome.