“I LOVED YOUR DOCTOR BASHIR STORY!!! Could you possibly do one of
Doctor McCoy where the reader gets hurt and he cares for her? It can be fluffy
but it doesn’t have to be!”
‘Ow ow ow ow ow ow’ droned
on repeat through your head as you rolled over on the floor. Alarms were going
off and you could hear quiet moans from the others who had been in the lab. The
explosion had cut through the power system and the room was dark. Faint yellow
emergency lights shone through the smoke and dust.
At least there were no
flames you thought to yourself. You tried to sit up when a searing pain
shot through your lower body. Gasping, you fell back as your hands snapped to
your thigh, where they were met with a warm and oozing wetness.
And pain. Lots of pain.
Your communicator chirped. With wet and shaky hands you
flipped it open”
“Is everything ok down there? Our computers detected an
energy spike.” The Captains familiar voice emanated from the small device.
“Energy spike doesn’t quite cover it Captain. We could use
an emergency medical team down here.”
“Im not sure. It’s pretty dark and I am…not mobile.”
“Are you ok?” the Captain asked
“Uh…no, but there appear to be some worse off down here.”
You said as you glanced around through the now clearing smoke. Black dots
started to appear in your vision as you began to feel increasingly sleepy. You didn’t
notice the communicator slip out of your hand as you started to drift off.
In orbit, Leonard McCoy was standing on the bridge when he heard
“Emergency medical.” He bolted for the turbolift. He used the intercom in the
lift to instruct his team to bring medical kits and supplies to the transporter
room. When he stepped off the lift, several more crew members in blue uniforms
rounded a corner in the hallway to meet him.
“Situation?” One of the asked, handing a med kit out to him.
“Some sort of explosion. Prep for burns and shrapnel damage.”
He grabbed the kit and stepped onto the pad. His worries as a Doctor were going
crazy, but his worry for you specifically was causing the slight shake of his
normally steady hands.
“Energize.” And less than a second later he appeared in the smoky
ruin of the alien lab on the planet below. Right away he could see the two
Starfleet scientists who were on your landing team, as well as several
scientists from the alien colony you were assisting. McCoy motioned his team
He moved around the room, looking for you. His face barely
hid the rising panic he felt. He took a step over a fallen column and spotted
you on the floor. His stomach sank and his heart threatened to beat out of his
chest as he dashed to the floor beside you, fingers heading straight for your
neck to check for a pulse.
Your eyes fluttered open at his touch.
“Thank God” McCoy let out the breath he had been holding.
“Mmm Leonard.” Your speech was slurred and heavily groggy.
He started to scan you with his tricorder.
“Help…Help my team first” You tried to raise a hand to push
him away, but found yourself unable to move.
“Like hell.” He mumbled as he pulled some sort of device out
of his kit and moved it over the gash in your thigh. His panic returned as your
eyes drooped shut once more and your head slumped to the side.
“Hey. HEY. Don’t you fall asleep on me Y/N!” He shook your
arm, still holding the device over your leg. No response. “Dammit! Dammit!”
He whipped out his communicator “Enterprise! Two to beam
directly to the medical bay.” He spoke into the little box. “COOLIDGE YOU’RE IN
CHARGE DOWN HERE.” He yelled into the smoke filled room.
Moments later he was lifting you onto a surgical table and
calling for nurses to bring him various things. As your pulse continued to
drop, his level of panic rose. Shaking and feeling sick to his very core, he
moved various machines into positions around your leg. A nurse gently tugged
off your boots and uniform pants revealing an enormous gash cutting deep into
your left thigh. His heart sank even further. You were losing way too much
blood way too fast.
“Lets stop this bleeding!” He yelled to the room. A nurse
appeared at his side with the required tools and he set to work, sending silent
prayers to every deity he had even heard of.
Hours later, your eyes once again fluttered open. Listening,
you could hear the familiar beeps of the medical bay. Feeling a pressure on
your right side you lifted your head to find Leonard sitting next to your bed,
his upper body slumped against your side. His sleeves were pushed up to his
elbows and his fingers were wrapped tightly around yours.
“Hey.” You said, and wiggled your fingers against his.
His head snapped up and he looked at you with wide eyes
before letting out a long breath.
“Don’t you ever do that again!” he spoke softly and moved to
sit on the bed beside you. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing his
fingers over your cheek.
“Scare me like that. God Y/N, Ive never been so scared in my
life. And I was once cornered by a Telethian Scissor-Beast.”
“Is my team ok?” you pressed.
“A few burns. A couple heavy shrapnel wounds like yours, but
everyone is pulling through.”
You smiled and lowered you head back to the bed before a
puzzled look came over your face and you sat up.
“The compressor must have receiving more power than we
realized. I need to get back down there.” You mumbled and started to pull the
thin hospital blanket from your legs.
Leonard stood and gently pushed you back down on the bed.
“Take it easy gorgeous. You can go back down there when I
say you can.”
You shot him an exasperated look.
“Doctors orders. Besides. I don’t think I am physically able
to let you out of my sight for a little while” He reached for your hand. You
noticed the slight shake in his arm as he sat back down on the bed. Realizing
just how scared he must have been you nodded.
He bent over to kiss your forehead, soliciting giggles from
several nearby nurses.
“You’re going to be the death of me you know.” He mumbled
against your hairline.
“Mmmmm” You murmured as you closed your eyes. Leonard began
tracing circles into your palms with your thumbs as your mind drifted off to
more calculations about the explosions. In the back of your mind though, you
were silently grateful for the love of your protective sweet talking doctor.
Okay, so this one gets a little weird towards the end, but it was really interesting to explore some other aspects of transformation.
Alarms sound around you as your vision is periodically
flooded by the flashing of over a dozen red lights across the control panel. Sweat
pours from your brow as adrenaline floods your bloodstream. You grasp at the
controls, bracing yourself as the ship collides with the atmosphere of the
unknown planet, sending a violent shock throughout the vessel.
“We’re falling way too fast, sir!” Kion, the first mate
calls from across the bridge, telling you no more than you are already all too
aware of. You slam down your fist forcefully onto the activator for the
emergency retrothrusters, feeling the whole ship once again lurch.
“Shields at 67%.” The calm voice of your engineer, Soth, seems
to cool you slightly against the encroaching heat bleeding through the ship’s
failing defenses. Images flash through your mind, people, places that you may
never see again, unless you can somehow maneuver the ship safely down to the
“I don’t get it. There shouldn’t have even been a planet
here! The way was supposed to be entirely clear!” Hectar, the navigator,
shrieks. Even facing certain demise, he’s more worried about his reputation for
being an excellent navigator than doing anything useful to help.
You watch as the altimeter continues to fall precipitously,
leaving you mere seconds left before the surface. You divert as much power as
possible to the thrusters, feeling the increased heat as the shields begin
shutting down. The descent slows, but you wonder if it can possible be enough.
You feel the straps on your seat strain against your skin, bruising it in the
process, as the ship collides with the ground. The cacophony of sounds fades as
the rush of gravity seizes your consciousness and everything goes black.
You’re awoken by the sound of crashing metal. You open your
eyes to see that one of the beams supporting the nearby monitors has collapsed.
You move too quickly at first, your body seizing up from all the bruising it
has endured. You release the clasp on your restraints and pull yourself up,
eyes darting around for any sign of your crew. The slightest hint of relief
washes over you to see the three of them each shaking off their own
incapacitation. Somehow, you’ve all made it through alive. Hectar is already
messing with his personal Galactic Information Scanner.
“Looks like we’ve found a completely uncharted planet,” he
says, a faint hint of wonder lacing his words.
“Lucky us,” Kion replies, gruffly.
“As you would expect, there isn’t any data in the system,
but preliminary scans from the probe I launched indicate…yikes…the planet is
almost certainly entirely barren. Which is odd, because it appears to have a
You shake your head. “Well, at
least we won’t be tempted to stay too long.” The others give you their best
fake smiles. “Well, nothing to do but get some rest for now. Soth, I’ll look
forward to your report on repairs tomorrow.” You strike off for your quarters.
You enter and sit down on the bed just staring into the opposite wall, feeling
the panic slowly leaving your system. You stand up, removing your shirt in the
process, to examine the damage to your torso. Sure enough, a black and blue ‘X’
covers your lithe midsection. You touch a finger to it, jerking it back quickly
from the pain. You slowly ease your battered body into your bed, allowing the
softness to overtake you, lulling you to sleep.
A fevered knocking at your door jolts you from your rest.
“Captain! Captain! You have to see this!” Hectar’s excited
cried burst from the doorway.