"Whoa--H-Hey--!" For an invalid, the Captain could still muster McCoy into a corner pretty easily. The bin made a obscene thunk at his side. "Damnit, Jim!" he hissed at the unexpected treatment. This was completely unsanitary to boot! "Hell if I know! It's not like I put it in my pocket for safe keepin'! It just... Somehow when I was in the lab, I must not have been payin' attention and it--Look, right now, we gotta get this thing on ice!"

Once Jim let him go, the doctor straightened out his shirt and combed his hair back to its original position. At his friend's concern, he opened his medical kit to allay them, but what he found left a not-good look on the older man's face. "Shit!" was all he said.