Title: Doctor's Logs 3
Author: Istannor 
Series: TOS
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG13
Codes: Lang.
Summary: McCoy is ordered to keep a personal log as a
physician, of his observations aboard the Enterprise. They
are for his use only, for therapy and to work out any issues
he might have.

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Doctor's Logs 3

Stardate 1613.5

I have been working with the young man from the science
section, Ensign Scarpelli. He's a good kid. Needless to say,
he feels indebted to Kirk and Spock for his life. He is the
one Spock ran off to rescue. He is having nightmares. Real
ugly ones about being eaten alive, We are working through
them. I am working with M'Benga on the other kid, Chu. He is
sprouting finger buds now. As soon as we have some digits
back on his right hand, Kirk wants me to return him to light
duty. He thinks it would be good for him, to get back on the
bike as he puts it. I don't necessarily disagree. The kid is
driving me nuts in here. All day, the sound of computer
games coming from my sickbay. I think I will let him out
tomorrow, just so I can have some quiet. M'Benga can be on
for the next week by himself and I can get some rest. 

I let Kirk return to duty a few days back. He is supposed to
be on light duty. I think he speaks standard as a second
language, because he sure as shit didn't look like he was
doing a light duty rotation to me. I had to pull him out of
a Jeffries tube. Something about checking on sensor conduit
maintenance or some such nonsense. I don't care what the
hell he thought he needed to do, I am the boss, dammit. At
least, I am when it comes to his physical well-being. He
better damn well learn that now.

Well, what else do I want to tell you. Oh yeah. Troubles
brewing and this I know for certain. My head nurse is in
love; I do believe, nah, I know. Worse yet, it's with Mr.
Spock. She gives the ogle eye to him, every time she sees
him,  and that walking refrigerator acts like she is an
interesting lab experiment. I better watch those two. I
can't have that excuse for an iceberg ruining my staff.
Though, what she sees in him is anybody's' guess.

End Log


Stardate 1615.6

Oh, this is rich. I was doing sick call yesterday and one of
the crew women came in with a broken ankle. Now, that's not
especially funny, but how she got it was. 
She's embarrassed about it all ,but damn, I couldn't help
rolling when she left. She'll be fine. She only needs a few
days under the bone regen before she's as good as new. It
was a non-displaced hairline fracture. Barely needed me at
all. 

She was in the gym working out with a friend. She was doing
martial arts. Some type of brown, green; I don't know, some
belt in Martial arts. So, Kirk comes in and starts working
out on the weight machines. He wasn't wearing a shirt and he
had on this real loose pair of drawstring pants he favors,
to work out in. Needless to say, that got her attention.
Anyway, he starts to work out and get all sweaty and she
said she started to have trouble concentrating. Then, he
moved to the heavy weights and started to do those. She
said
she got real distracted. She said she knew she should've
stopped, but then she wouldn't have any reason to stay in
the room that wasn't obvious.

It gets better. He goes into a handstand and starts doing
push-ups with his whole body up in the air. I told you he
was real sweaty, with loose pants on, didn't I. When he
stood on his hands, his pants bunched over his damn crotch
and showed his package. Take it from me, the man has
nothing
to be ashamed of in that area. I have seen him up close and
personal. Don't let any man lie to you and tell you he
doesn't look. We all do and physicians are no different. We
look, but we say its professional. He won't kill a woman,
but he sure will fill a woman, as my Uncle Bubba used to
say.

Well, every time he pushed up and came down, my patient
got
more and more distracted. Towards the end, she forgot
where
the hell she was, and got flipped ten feet by her work-out
partner and broke her ankle. The funny part is, she feels
like it was worth it. The cause of her injury tucked,
rolled, and came running over to check on her.  When he
realized she had injured her ankle, he carried her to the
sickbay. Man, oh man.  She doesn't want to take a shower
because she might wash his sweat off of her. Yeesh. All I
smelled when he brought her in was male sweat, she smelled
LOVE. Now, I have to figure out how to talk to him about
what he wears when he works out. Go figure. If I had of
stayed in Georgia, this would not be an issue. I could be
working in my garden, now. Shit, McCoy, you hate gardening.
I am going to start keeping a record of how many of these
blasted women, on board ship, are in lust, or love with the
Captain, or Spock. Neither Kirk, nor Spock is ever going to
respond, so they might as well get over it. And the women in
question are not going to do anything about it, either.
Kirk's rules are: no fraternization for him on board. Piper
swore he stood by that rule. The Vulcan is so removed from
lust, he has to look the word up in the dictionary. But I,
on the other hand have no such injunction. As long as it
isn't in my direct chain of command, it's legal. There are
some real pretty gals on board this ship. Maybe old Leonard
can salve their feelings and help them with their unrequited
love. Yes, Sir, it is the duty of a true southern Gentleman
to relieve the suffering of all these fair damsels. Anyway,
at my age I'll use whatever advantage I can find. Ain't
nobody gonna ever break an ankle over my narrow ass. Ah.
This could be good, real good.

End Log