Leonard McCoy
It was a relaxing time for Leonard as he leaned forward on the railing out looking the bay window. His gaze traveled all around slowly, as he tried to name off a star or two. He couldn’t even think of a single name. Astrology wasn’t his specialty. Just murder. The thought crossed his mind suddenly making the man grumble in detest. Bones couldn’t recall the last time he had acted like this. He had always been able to hold back his guilt inside and never let it take over.
The sleep deprivation might have been a cause for his predicament. His lack of energy was starting to bring him down to a bitter mood. “Damn coffee…” he muttered. His beverage wasn’t aiding him in staying on his feet. He estimated it wouldn’t be long before he slumped over, and perhaps knock his head hard on the floor, or the railing. Just what the doctor ordered! A head concussion.
Shaking his head, McCoy was about to drift off to the coffee maker to get more when he heard a thud. He blinked, unsure if he heard right. Leonard glanced over to the door and frowned. He couldn’t quite tell who that was peeking in on him through that window, but he caught sight of the indication.
They wanted in, and Bones was feeling peevish. He could choose to ignore it or be a decent human being and let the person in. His conscious won out in the end as Bones settled his mug down and opened the door with a wave of his hand over the panel.
Arching a brow, he glanced down at the young woman. She looked familiar. The doctor just couldn’t quite place her at the moment. “….yes?” His gaze took in her attire. She was just as badly dressed as he was. Bones tried to put on a friendly smile but it came out as a scowl. The dark circles underneath his eyes just added the effect of a very worn out man.
“If you’re looking for medical help…sickbay is down there.” He thrust his hand down the hall to the right. Moving away from the door, he went to retrieve his coffee mug and refilled it. He’d need to sneak into the sickbay before long. A good injection will keep him awake for awhile longer.
McCoy wasn’t even thinking of the dosage he would need. He just had to make sure his staff didn’t catch him. “If you want some…”He said after taking a sip, “have some…though I’ll warn you…its bitter.” [i[Not enough though, Leonard thought.
All I have left is my bones..
