#possiblemckirk?

The doctor simply felt herself coughing up blood, her eye swollen enough to remain shut it went down. She didn’t think about a bar fight, it was something that her usual ‘I’m a lady, men don’t hit women’ care could fix. Not this time, the person seemed to not care. Wiping the blood away from her mouth, her eyes would shut tightly trying to get rid of the overbearing headache.

“Well, he could pack a punch. If he woulda’ slugged me again, I might not have been able to withstand it.” Her words came out slurred and drunk, her eyes tracing out her favorite features about herself with seemed to be either bruised or swollen. It wasn’t something that she could just blow off at that point. It was something she would have to call in.

“McCoy to Kirk.”

“Kirk here, Bones- are you drunk?”

“I’ll be fine Jim, Chapel will be taking my spot for a few hours. Just wanted to let you know that I’ll be in my quarters if you need me. Send Spock to check on me every once in a while. I don’t want to be dead or anything.”

“Acknowledged. Kirk out.”

With that, the doctor seemed to roam to the bed, laying down into the soft mountain of pillows. Her eye roamed around the room, it was so easy for her to pretend that she was going to be fine. Physically, she hadn’t been lying about her conditions. She could fix herself up in no time but at heart, the pain was too much to bear sometimes. Holding a pillow tightly to her chest, she simply broke down into tears and let out the pent up frustration that became too heavy to carry.