[McCoy groaned as he came to, disoriented as he blinked to awareness. He wondered briefly why he was on the floor, looking to Kirk in confusion for a split second before he pressed his injured hand on the floor to try and push himself straight. He grimaced, pulling his hand up and glowering at Kirk.
That was until he realized something was off. The pain in his arm was still there, making it difficult to move the limb but his stomach, the stab wound was replaced with the tell tale itch of regenerated cells. He glanced down, running his fingertips over the tear in his uniform where the injury should have been. Sore but mostly gone, on it's way to healing to little more than a shallow cut.
He looked back over to Kirk, stomach sinking at who the man still was as he attempted to get to his feet.]
Never a dull moment, I said. [He muttered, more to himself before speaking more clearly.] Why did you- [He trailed off. He wasn't sure he wanted to know Kirk's plans.]
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That was until he realized something was off. The pain in his arm was still there, making it difficult to move the limb but his stomach, the stab wound was replaced with the tell tale itch of regenerated cells. He glanced down, running his fingertips over the tear in his uniform where the injury should have been. Sore but mostly gone, on it's way to healing to little more than a shallow cut.
He looked back over to Kirk, stomach sinking at who the man still was as he attempted to get to his feet.]
Never a dull moment, I said. [He muttered, more to himself before speaking more clearly.] Why did you- [He trailed off. He wasn't sure he wanted to know Kirk's plans.]