#theholodoc

“Have a seat.” The Doctor gestured at one of the beds. Seriously, he had heard the man the first time, there had been no need to bug him. “What happened?”

RULES: Name TEN favorite characters from TEN differnt fandoms. Then, tag ten people and repost!

1. Ashiok - Magic: The Gathering 2. Grell Sutcliff - Black Butler 3. Leslie Withers - The Evil Within 4. Nightcrawler - X-Men 5. Spock (duh) - Star Trek 6. Bilbo Baggins - Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit 7. icantdecidewhichonehowabout Peridot - Steven Universe 8. Vindicator Maarad - World of Warcraft 9. Vision - The Avengers 10. Satsuki Kiryuin - Kill la Kill

If somebody had an old-style half dollar coin on hand, it’d be about the size of a trashcan lid to him.

Sitting on a flat-laid tricorder, McCoy was considering his situation. Being about hypospray height was no fun for him, and he was sure everyone checking the floor every step they took was feeling about the same way.

Kaja had accidentally hurt herself again with her little carving knife, a gift she had gotten from her grandpa years ago. She had tried to carve some wood on the holodeck and it had slit into her finger by accident, not deep, but it hurt and bleeded. Now there was a problem that kept her from just asking the Doctor for help as everyone would have done, she had a Phobia of medical staff and tools.

Hence she had sneaked into sickbay through the Jeffries pipes, and know she had taken a dermal regenerator and a PADD where she had opened the instructions how to use it. Sitting in the Jeffries tube behind the hatch to sickbay with both she was too busy to hear the nearing foot steps.

“Come on little one, the Doctor should have a look at this.”, Neelix said as he gently pushed Tom along the aisle towards the Doctor. Tom was a little bit shy, though he knew the Talaxian cook pretty well. Also he wasn’t too fond of seeing the Doctor: “He’s grumpy, I don’t want to go to him.”, Tommy complied and crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

He just had played on the sofa in the mess hall and had hit his head on the low table there. His blonde hair was a little bit stained with blood and Neelix meanwhile hold his shoulders, a little because the chef worried that Tom might faint, but also so the boy was comforted. 

The doors to sickbay slid open and Tom was being pushed in, arms crossed, his face pale and the drying blood on his head clearly visible he skeptically eyed the doctor who sat in his office. “Doctor?”, Neelix called: “Our dear Tommy had hurt himself while playing, can you have a look at him?”

“What?” McCoy blinked. He understood the meaning of the words in their literal sense, but the more… situational meaning escaped him.

He’d been lying flat on some sort of- well now that he looked at it, it was a biobed. Or very like a biobed.