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Leonard 'Bones' McCoy ([personal profile] drunqualified) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2013-08-22 10:40 pm (UTC)

It wasn't a numbers game. Except, when it was.

With massive damage to the ship, naturally came massive damage to it's crew. The Medical bay is packed and overflowing into the halls with injured crewmen and women, ranging from some fairly serious burns from exploding equipment to serious shrapnel wounds. Those that could suck it up were told to lend a hand to those that couldn't.

It was at times like this when McCoy wondered how a ship even managed to limp along in space. They were so fragile, and if the percentage of crew that couldn't work got too high, the ship would suffer even more.

"We've got a ton, Spock. And they're still coming in. I don't know what the hell is going on up there, but I hope we get a lid on it. Fast."

McCoy spares the briefest of thoughts for Jim, Uhura, and the rest of the away team. Lucky bastards. They better come home in one piece or Bones will have a few choice words on the matter.

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