"I'm...your cap'n...'n' I say...MOVE, you...stup....ow."
Kirk winces mid-kick, his fists clenched at his sides. He lets out a groan, then blows out a puff of air.
His eyes pop open, then squint at the brightness of the room.
"Relivin' it again?"
McCoy's eyes meet his, full of compassion.
"What do you-" Kirk hesitates. A lazy grin tips up one corner of his mouth. "Actually, I was thinking about that time you got locked in the autopsy cold storage by Hardesty and Kwee-Palga." He chuckles. "Had to kick the door in."
"Had to?" McCoy scoffs. "Another minute and I'd have jimmied the blamed thing open myself! But of course, you ENJOY swattin' flies with sledgehammers." He mimes the action. "BLAM!" A shake of the head. "Why you can't just leave well 'nuff alone and let the experts handle-"
He stills.
Kirk looks away.
All is silence except for the soft trilling and beeping of medical monitors and the shoes of a nurse passing by outside in the corridor.
McCoy speaks first. "Um...Jim?" He clears his throat. "I...I believe what I meant to say was...thank you."
"R-really. I mean it. I do." He smiles. "We'd have all been goners if you hadn't. And no comin' back, neither."
"No comin' back." Kirk agrees. He grins. "Besides, sometimes you gotta use a sledgehammer when it's a really, really big bug."
McCoy's head tilts to one side. He nods. "Reckon it was, Jim."
Kirk winces mid-kick, his fists clenched at his sides. He lets out a groan, then blows out a puff of air.
His eyes pop open, then squint at the brightness of the room.
"Relivin' it again?"
McCoy's eyes meet his, full of compassion.
"What do you-" Kirk hesitates. A lazy grin tips up one corner of his mouth. "Actually, I was thinking about that time you got locked in the autopsy cold storage by Hardesty and Kwee-Palga." He chuckles. "Had to kick the door in."
"Had to?" McCoy scoffs. "Another minute and I'd have jimmied the blamed thing open myself! But of course, you ENJOY swattin' flies with sledgehammers." He mimes the action. "BLAM!" A shake of the head. "Why you can't just leave well 'nuff alone and let the experts handle-"
He stills.
Kirk looks away.
All is silence except for the soft trilling and beeping of medical monitors and the shoes of a nurse passing by outside in the corridor.
McCoy speaks first. "Um...Jim?" He clears his throat. "I...I believe what I meant to say was...thank you."
"R-really. I mean it. I do." He smiles. "We'd have all been goners if you hadn't. And no comin' back, neither."
"No comin' back." Kirk agrees. He grins. "Besides, sometimes you gotta use a sledgehammer when it's a really, really big bug."
McCoy's head tilts to one side. He nods. "Reckon it was, Jim."
