To Old Friends "I wish you had been there," Kirk said, taking the glass McCoy held out to him.To Old Friends by Haunted-Mind
"There's nothing I could have done that the on-scene medics didn't." Cradling his own glass, McCoy dropped into his favourite chair.
"You saved him once before."
"A bug around the brain stem is a bit different than a phaser shot to the chest."
Kirk stared into the amber liquid in his glass. "He told me what you said. When he told you that the other doctors said he would never walk again, you said, 'I'm not other doctors'."
"But I'm still human. I can't bring the dead back to life."
"Yeah, I suppose. I still wish you had been there."
McCoy sighed. "For your sake, so do I." They sat in silence for a long moment. Finally, McCoy raised his glass. "To Pike."
Kirk stretched out his glass and gave McCoy a solemn look. "To old friends."
The Prison Doctor - Part 2 The climb back up the 30 levels was tiring as usual, but not as draining. Back on the top level, the guard let McCoy back into his room. He refused to think of it as a cell, knowing the conditions below his feet. The door closed behind him and literally shut out the world.The Prison Doctor - Part 2 by Haunted-Mind
“You’re back early today.” Sulu sat up on his bunk.
“It was a light load. Only three dead.” McCoy walked to the sink on the wall and splashed water on his face. The mirror showed a smear of blood on his chin. He washed it off casually. “There was something new today though - a little boy with a broken arm. It felt good to actually help someone.” Thinking of Arkish made him remember the boy’s gift. He opened the front pocket of the medical supply bag and saw a faint amber light. Once the pebble was out in the light, the glow was imperceptible. “He gave me this, almost like it was his way of paying me. H
The Survival Test “Hey, Bones, is the list up yet?”The Survival Test by Haunted-Mind
“It’s up but I haven’t looked at it.”
“No! Just not as eager as you. Or just more certain of how much this is gonna suck.”
Kirk shook his head and grinned as he and McCoy joined the crowd around the Academy bulletin board. “Come on, you know our squad is going to win.”
“Jim, this is a survival test, not a competition. And you don’t know that we’ll be in our squads.”
“Everything we’ve done so far in this course has been. It’s like they’re afraid to set us out on our own. I doubt they’d do it on something as big as this.”
“They’re Starfleet Academy instructors, not parents dropping off their kids for their first day of kindergarten.”
McCoy shuffled slowly forward
The Prison Doctor McCoy felt bad walking the halls in warm clothes and shoes. On the upper levels where visiting dignitaries could see political prisoners kept in relative comfort, things were clean and dry. Down below ground, where the only light came from the air shaft between the two buildings, the smooth floors and painted walls gave way to pitted floors, metal grates and bars. The men were packed six to a cell, meaning four slept on bunks while the other two shared a thin rubber mat on the damp floor. Most prisoners wore clothes good enough to be considered rags. None wore shoes. If the cell doors were opened, a few of the most desperate might jump him for the boots, but most respected what his dark blue doctor’s robes represented: the last chance of the despairing.The Prison Doctor by Haunted-Mind
Everyday, he walked the hall on each level from one stairwell to the other, descending the 30 levels in a giant zig-zag. Just once he wanted to hear a voice asking him for help. Though he saw obvi