"Sure, if yer payin'! I ain't forkin' over what little I've got just to make you pliable!" Besides, he wasn't going to let food drag this damn physical out longer than it already had. The older man was going to be insufferable until Jim submitted to him, so he might as well let him do his damn job!
"And besides, I don't plan on usin' a hypo unless you've caught somethin' particularly nasty." Their supplies were too minimal to start using superfluously. Instead, he took out his medical tricorder to get a reading on Jim with a few waves of the instrument. He scowled at the readings, but then again he always scowled. It was his default facial expression, so it never meant anything until he followed it up with cursing. Surprisingly, none came, though he wasn't exactly pleased by the gradual healing processes in play here.
"Good to see your nose healed correctly. You set it yourself?" McCoy acted like an interactive narrative to Jim's events in Tu Shanshu over the past two months as he continued scanning from head to toe, grumbling from time to time about what he found. The burns were worrisome, but nothing appeared infected or inflamed. What concerned him were the fissures in Jim's hand that hadn't been properly treated, and that knee.
The readings off his tricorder actually made him jump in his seat beside his friend. "My God, man! What the hell happened? Yer leg's like a makeshift war bunker!" Who still used metal plates? This was beyond barbaric! McCoy knew that he couldn't blame the doctor. This was about as state of the art as it came here, but even so his face was about to turn purple with fury.
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"And besides, I don't plan on usin' a hypo unless you've caught somethin' particularly nasty." Their supplies were too minimal to start using superfluously. Instead, he took out his medical tricorder to get a reading on Jim with a few waves of the instrument. He scowled at the readings, but then again he always scowled. It was his default facial expression, so it never meant anything until he followed it up with cursing. Surprisingly, none came, though he wasn't exactly pleased by the gradual healing processes in play here.
"Good to see your nose healed correctly. You set it yourself?" McCoy acted like an interactive narrative to Jim's events in Tu Shanshu over the past two months as he continued scanning from head to toe, grumbling from time to time about what he found. The burns were worrisome, but nothing appeared infected or inflamed. What concerned him were the fissures in Jim's hand that hadn't been properly treated, and that knee.
The readings off his tricorder actually made him jump in his seat beside his friend. "My God, man! What the hell happened? Yer leg's like a makeshift war bunker!" Who still used metal plates? This was beyond barbaric! McCoy knew that he couldn't blame the doctor. This was about as state of the art as it came here, but even so his face was about to turn purple with fury.