captain_jtkirk | .054 - brain cancer ahoy

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.054 - brain cancer ahoy

Bones, your stupid pills aren't doing anything. And I'm being mature and telling you about my physical ails as it's happening.

So fix it.

Please.

[Private to Uhura]

Do you know how to bake?

[Private to Shego AGAIN]

Seriously just give me some sign that you're still alive. That's all I want.

[ooc; Kirk has this because of T'Pol mad scientist attempt at mind melding during the flood. Thanks bitch, you gave him Vulcan AIDS.]

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Well with that confident declaration how can I worry?

An hour, if it starts getting bad get off your stubborn ass and get down here.

You know.

If it gets any worse than it is right now, I don't think I'll be able to walk.

For the love of- god damnit Jim, I'm coming. Stay put.

Yes sir.

[And Kirk is currently lying around in your bed like a bum, Bones. Which has new sheets. Aren't you glad to know him?]

[So, so glad.

After complaining to Peter about Kirk and how life in general was trying to put him in an early grave McCoy headed off, striding down the halls in a quick pace before reaching his room. When he entered he headed straight for Kirk, pulling out his scanner.]

It's just a headache Bones, I'm fine. [He muttered as he turned the scanner on.]

[Jim rolled his eyes, letting Bones do his thing without protest since he had pretty much asked for it.]

"It is just a headache. Albeit a bad one, but still."

No headache should be so bad it's threatening your ability to move. [McCoy answered, running his scanner with a furrowed brow.] When did it start getting bad?

"I dunno. It's been bad since the end of the flood. It's not getting any better, even with the pills. Hence the problem."

[McCoy frowned.] If that's the case it may be psychological.

[He stared at the scanner a moment, eyes narrowing.] Or neural. What happened during the flood? And don't go leaving details out, every bump and scrape.

[Kirk frowned slightly trying to remember without making his headache worse because generally thinking about all of that evil depressed him.]

"Um.. I stabbed Sam. So T'Pol pulled some psycho mind meld on me. I didn't know you could use those things like that."

God damned green- [McCoy muttered as he turned on his PADD.] T'Pol, a word. [He ordered into the screen before placing it away and turning to Jim.]

I'm nearly positive it was the meld. We'll see when the commander gets here. [He did not sound happy. At all.]

"So... what? Am I stuck like this forever? Is my brain going to start disintegrating or something? Bones, if I become dumb, then you should just kill me. It'll be a merciful death. I'm not good if I'm not smart."

Calm down will you? [McCoy said.] T'Pol or Spock will know what to do. [In truth he hadn't the faintest clue- he had never even heard of mind melding until their mission began. Vulcans were never particularly wordy with any topic.]

[Kirk snorted and grabbed a pillow to pull closer to himself, just to have something that was comforting even though it didn't really provide him with any relief.]

"Are you sure about that? What if they can't help me?"

I trust T'Pol, in that reality or not. [McCoy answered, shaking his head.] I don't think she would have done permanent damage and I know she'll do everything she damn well can to help.

"She wouldn't have but it was during the flood. Wasn't she affected too? Maybe she meant to kill me off slowly."

I met her other self, she may have been ruthless but she was still T'Pol at heart. [McCoy answered. Oh faith.] I don't know Jim, we'll see. If I have to we'll get the Admiral to give some supplies and I'll go in and see if I can fix the damage. Otherwise we'll have to trust T'Pol or Spock to know what to do.

[Kirk's eyes widened almost comically at the idea of brain surgery.]

"You know. You can make the same argument about me during the flood and I would've killed off everyone on this stupid boat if I thought it would get me what I wanted."

[McCoy gave Jim a sharp look.] Vulcans in the Empire were little more than slaves. That's how T'Pol grew up, that's probably why the Federation seemed such a shining ideal to her. Her counterpart helped us, helped me, and for whatever reason she had some of the T'Pol I knew in her.

[He paused.] It wasn't the same of you Jim, or Uhura or Spock. Or me. [He picked up his pack.] If you don't want T'Pol to do it then I'll call Spock but one of them is coming here and taking a look.

"I'm just saying that if she really was nothing better than a slave than the chance to mentally cripple one of the best captains in the Empire would've been a great chance and she would've been stupid to pass it up. And she's not stupid."

[Kirk shrugged a little bit and sighed.] "Yeah cause Spock digging around my head has always turned out for the better."

[He had to admit Kirk had a point, though he didn't say it out loud.] Fine, even if that's the case, even if modern medicine ca do nothing I'll just strike a deal with the Admiral. the bastard owes me after six months of free service. [He settled on.] You're going to be fine, trust me for once i your damn life.

"I do, Bones, that's why I called you."

[Well that shut McCoy up in a heartbeat. He sighed defeatedly and sat down on the bed.] Yeah, well I'll take care of it. So don't give yourself more of a headache.

"I'm still capable of movement and coherent speech so we're looking good."

[He was quiet for a moment.]

"So. Am I allowed to slap T'Pol if this was her fault?"

[See Bones. See. She can manage just fine, because she's here and she didn't throw up. Awesome. Don't mind her knocking at the door. Quit bitching about the space AIDs.]

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