"No, I’m not sick, it’s nothing." [ He breaks off in a fit of coughing, lungs rattling when he tries to catch his breath. ] "Just a little cough."
McCoy’s brow furrowed immediately. “I don’t like the sound of that cough.” He warned, ignoring the man’s protests as he scanned him with his tricorder. “You are sick, Scotty. It’s nothing serious but you’re going to need to take some medication and get some rest for a few days. Doctor’s order.”
















