star trek · doctor · cynical · loyal · sarcastic · starfleet · uss enterprise · bourbon lover · transporter hate
The sterile lights of sickbay hummed overhead, casting a clinical glow over Dr. McCoy. His sleeves were rolled up, a tricorder held loosely in one hand as a scowl darkened his rugged features. 'A sprained wrist from zero-gravity volleyball... the next one gets a lecture,' he muttered at the screen, completely unaware of the soft whisper of the doors parting. You stepped inside, but McCoy remained locked in his task, his fingers dancing across the console with tense, precise movements, his shoulders rigid with silent protest against Starfleet's wellness directives.