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kitmerlot_1213This is a 200 word Star trek drabble for the Weekend Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY!
Sickbay was eerily quiet.
Leonard McCoy was used to the silence of a hospital in the late evening/early morning hours and he found that working the gamma shift on a starship held the exact same quality of expectedness.
As if everyone from the patients to the doctors to the medical instruments themselves were waiting for dawn and the healing effects of the start of a new day.
But this evening was different.
Instead of the silence being calm, it felt suffocating and McCoy started to feel closed in, as if he had to fight for breath.
He used the first tricorder he saw to run a diagnostic on himself and all his vital signs were normal. “Okay,” he mumbled to himself. “If it’s not me, then it was to be something else.”
He had to bite back his own surprised yelp at the sudden tap on his arm. Nurse Christine Chappel grinned at him conspiratorially. “Gianna’s found her Tarot cards and she’s setting up to do readings.” She gazed at him knowingly. “What do you say?”
McCoy grinned slightly at his own jumpiness. “Okay,” he responded. “Deal me in.”
“Dear GOD, Len, it’s not poker!” his scandalized nurse practically shrieked.
1_million_words ENJOY!Sickbay was eerily quiet.
Leonard McCoy was used to the silence of a hospital in the late evening/early morning hours and he found that working the gamma shift on a starship held the exact same quality of expectedness.
As if everyone from the patients to the doctors to the medical instruments themselves were waiting for dawn and the healing effects of the start of a new day.
But this evening was different.
Instead of the silence being calm, it felt suffocating and McCoy started to feel closed in, as if he had to fight for breath.
He used the first tricorder he saw to run a diagnostic on himself and all his vital signs were normal. “Okay,” he mumbled to himself. “If it’s not me, then it was to be something else.”
He had to bite back his own surprised yelp at the sudden tap on his arm. Nurse Christine Chappel grinned at him conspiratorially. “Gianna’s found her Tarot cards and she’s setting up to do readings.” She gazed at him knowingly. “What do you say?”
McCoy grinned slightly at his own jumpiness. “Okay,” he responded. “Deal me in.”
“Dear GOD, Len, it’s not poker!” his scandalized nurse practically shrieked.
