I really want to do something today but my legs are like nah son sit down
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Jim & Spock + Dying
Dr. McCoy prepared his examination.
A formality; part of his job. One he had to do.
Except that he couldn't. Not just then, anyway.
Turning, he walked away from the gurney. McCoy was angry at
himself as he sat down.
Kirk wouldn't have approved. Doubtless he would have chided McCoy
about his failure, would have made some stupid, half-assed joke
that would have. . .
Closing his eyes, McCoy struggled to regain control of his
emotions. He was failing miserably.
"Space is disease and danger, wrapped in darkness and silence."
"Well I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space."