Not sick (McCoy)

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Echoes of Pippa's angry shouting could be heard throughout the crowded hallway.
"I'm not hurt!" She had been hoisted into the air by two rather large and burly security guards. Her left hand was hanging limply from her body, a large and bloody gash could be seen down the side of the hand. Her entire left hand from the wrist down was a leathery black color and her eyes were gleaming with rage.
"Let me down now or I'll..." Pippa ran through all of her good threats but none of them seemed quite horrific enough, "Well, I don't know right now but I'll think of something and trust me it'll be bad." She was not aware of quite how very idiotic she was sounding at the moment, she never was, in Pippa's mind she always sounded perfectly threatening.

Neither of the guards laughed, though it was clear that they wanted to. Pippa was kicking her legs in all direction aiming at the legs of the two guard carrying her. People all around stopped to stare but no one said much. They stopped and whispered and shot looks at her. Pippa glared back at them and spat once or twice.

She remembered earlier that morning when it had began. She was in the halls and had tripped and fallen. She landed on an astray piece of metal and had cut her left hand open. The wound looked horrible but she could feel nothing, all nerve endings had died in her hand so only horror struck her. It was quite disturbing to see her hand cut open and bleeding. She never liked looking at her hand in the first place, it disgusted her, though she was used to knowing her hand was burnt in this way, she hated the sight. But what Pippa despised even more then looking at the hand was other people seeing it. The cloth that normally saved others the misfortune of seeing the burn had been ripped from her hand and left on the floor.

The two guards marched her towards the door of the sickbay where one of them knocked on the door.
"Why are you taking me here?"Pippa said, "I'm not sick! Dammit, let me down!" The two obeyed and let her feet touch the ground but did not release her arms. She had not exactly complied when they had wanted to take her to sickbay, in fact she punched one of them in the nose with her good hand when they tried to force her there.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

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The door opened at the guard's command and McCoy's head turned toward a loud shout outside of his sickbay. He saw a rather small girl trying to struggle away from two large security guards and failing miserably. They brought her in and the doctor walked up to the girl, not doing anything of importance at the moment anyway. He rose an eyebrow and studied her before glancing at her hand. "Now how did this happen?" He asked, eyes somewhat wide from how much blood was dripping on his floor. It would be gone after someone cleaned the sickbay. Blood stains never usually lasted long.

He took her hand gently in his and examined it closely, furrowing his eyebrows, trying to concentrate on the wound. It wasn't that bad, but her hand was the problem. It was so sensitive that it had made a simple scratch look like her hand needed to be amputated. Her hand was horrifically scarred from what he figured was a past third degree burn. It hadn't healed properly and he figured there was no real doctor in the picture when the burn occurred. How she had kept it going like this was shocking for McCoy. Advances in medicine could heal her hand in moments and even repair some of the scarring on her hand. The fact that she was afraid of the doctors office was no excuse.

McCoy pulled out a dermal regenerator and looked at her, trying to seem like he meant business. "Now I know you're not a damn child so act like an adult. I'm going to heal your hand and I don't want any kicking or screaming, understand? Listen closely. I will heal the gash you have on your hand so you stop bleeding on my floor. Along with that, much of your scarring will go away, but not all. You've waited too long for me to heal it completely." He didn't usually just insist on using a medical tool on someone without their approval and he wasn't going to treat her any different, unless she gave him as much trouble as she was giving the guards.

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A tiny group of items that had been following the guards and Pippa and pelting her in the back of the head did several flips in the air as the door opened into the sickbay and a new wave of anger came over Pippa. Dr. McCoy looked up from whatever he was doing as they brought her into the room. He took her hand in his and examined it. This was possibly what she hated most about doctors, besides the lying, it was bad enough having everyone in the hall getting a glimpse at it but she couldn't stand the thought of anyone knowing every inch of it.

A mixture of terror and rage flashed over Pippa's face as Dr. McCoy grabbed some sort of instrument that she didn't recognized. She jerked her arm back so her hand would follow. She wasn't about to let anyone near her hand. She knew very well that it was bad but it was nothing she couldn't handle, nothing she didn't handle every day of her life. At last the man wasn't patronizing her, which gave him a vauge sort of respect for him, but she still didn't want him looking at her hand. It didn't hurt, it was just ugly. But... Had he said something about making some of it go away? An image of being whole again filled her mind. Maybe if she just let him... No! That's what they all say Pippa! They think they can help you but they can't She said in her head. The doctors at the hospital told her that her mother would be fine but she wasn't was she? They couldn't be trusted... None of them.
"Keep away from me." Pippa hissed looking straight up at him, he was quite a bit taller then her which frustrated her greatly. She shook her head, and looked away, then finishing, "Just give me something to wrap my hand in and I'll leave."

She took a step back to find the the two security guards were still standing there, somehow Pippa knew there was no getting out of this. She twisted her mother's ring nervously, but kept her gaze cold and angry, as if that would solve anything, or at-least save her pride. She knew she would never forgive herself if she let this happen. Her hand was her reminder of that day all those years ago and it was none of his business.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

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McCoy's face hardened and he looked like he was about to strike her down with the instrument in his hand, but that thought never even crossed his mind. His face and body language always seemed to look worse than what he was thinking. What he was about to do next was the only reason the doctor ever worked out. He wasn't a violent man and hated to fight, but dealing with rowdy patients was his fix for getting his arms good and strong. Grasping her shoulders without even one look at the security guards, he lifted her up back on the bed and sat her down, glaring at her as they were now eye to eye. Security didn't budge. They were used to this sort of thing. In fact, they could leave and McCoy could probably handle it.

"Listen to me, Kid. You're going to sit the fuck down and cooperate, understand? If you don't, I will be forced to give you a sedative. And so help me God, it will not be mild and you'll wake up with a massive headache...which I won't help you with because I don't feel very charitable today." He said to her in a low voice, but his tone may have been screaming at her with the way he was speaking the words. McCoy had dealt with children before and even though she had the body of an adult woman, he could tell she was going to be anything but grown up about this situation. "Stay." He squeezed her shoulders hard enough for her to know he meant business, but soft enough that he wouldn't leave a bruise. Letting go slowly, he kept his eyes on her as if they were the only thing keeping her in her place.

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It was at this point that Pippa realized that she could not fight this man, not physically anyway. She forced a smile at him and the little group of objects that were swarming about her head vibrated and dropped for a moment. She gripped the side of the bed so as to keep herself calm enough to think. What did she know about Dr. McCoy? He was thirty one, from Earth, and... Well that was all she could remember. It was, in fact, quite difficult to remember everything about everyone on the Enterprise. But she did remember writing something about him, something good, something that she may just be able to twist to her advantage. She slipped her good hand into her pocket and withdrew her journal. She crossed her legs and yawned a bit trying to look as if she didn't care what the doctor was doing. She flipped through the pages which were ordered alphabetically until she reached the page labeled, McCoy, Leonard. The entire page was filled with notes, she read through it until she found something she liked. He was divorced, and terrified of flying. She smiled a bit and shut the little, beat up book and shoved back into her pocket.

Now, Pippa was not a cruel girl by nature, in fact she often felt quite guilty about things she did later on, but there were times, like now, when morals had to be stretched a bit.
"So why are you here anyway, Doctor? Why aren't you outside with everyone else? Or are you afraid of Earth too?" The two security guards step forward but Pippa shot them a look that said, 'let me finish'. They allowed her to do so. Pippa already felt bad but knew that to save her own pride she had to do her best to crush his. Maybe he would kick her out or just leave. She crossed her fingers behind her back that she wouldn't have to go much farther but betrayed no look of guilt.
"Is that the reason you're always locked up in the sickbay? Because you can't stand being anywhere near actual space?" She twisted her mother's ring behind her back and waited for a reply.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

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McCoy watched her seem to cooperate, but in a somewhat lazy way as she pulled out a notebook and crossed her legs. This wasn't a waiting room. He rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, forcing it still just in case she decided to flail around again. He took the dermal regenerator and pushed a small button so it would start to operate over her skin. A purple light emitted onto the wound, healing it within moments, forcing the bleeding to stop ruining his floor for the day. After that small instance was done, he widened the beam of the light to it's maximum as he circled her hand. This took a bit more time to heal as it was on a larger scale and had been there for longer than he would have liked it to be.

He looked up at her when she started to talk, averting his concentration from the hand to her eyes. He still knew where he was on the arm so no harm done to her. It just might take a little longer. She spat out an insult at him and he wrinkled his brow, obviously angry at the return of the spitfire. "Hm. Well I'm afraid of the people on Earth. Most of them are whiny brats that act like children, but I guess I can't run away from everything, now can I? Because one sits right before me. Imagine that." He growled sarcastically back to the immature kid before moving his focus back to her scarred arm.

"Sickbay is pretty close to space. One phaser hit and we could be sucked out of the ship and into space where the lack of gravity will crush our lungs. If you remember, a few people died in this room after a few hits with advanced weaponry. Thanks for being so heartless about that, Kid." He retorted back to her, trying to make her feel like an idiot for bringing up something so stupid as sickbay not being so close to space. "Ironic that the one place that treats the wounded, gets wounded. I know that I could die at any moment, but I suck it up. Same as you should do with this damn arm. Speaking of that...You're healed. There is still some scarring, but I can't do much about that. You may be able to feel places of your hand that you didn't feel before while it was burned, but it will be sensitive, as you know from previous experience. Either way, you're fucking welcome." McCoy said to her, turning off the device when it was finished and returning it on the medical tray in front of the cot. He folded his arms as he spoke about her arm, trying to be as professional as he could about it. The doctor healed anyone that needed him. No matter if they were stingy brats or not.