Scaredy Cat - Leonard McCoy
Summary: Power goes out on the Enterprise while you’re in a much dreaded physical. You’re afraid of a lot of things, including the dark. But Bones is there for you. (requested by @outside-the-government)
A/N: first bones fic in ages whooooo
Even the nurse that retrieved you saw it. The paled knuckles, the colorless lips, the thin sheen of sweat. You were sure she could hear it, too. The labored and elongated breaths, the soft words of encouragement you gave yourself, the swish of your red uniform as you constantly adjusted the fabric which had never felt so tight.
You stayed a few steps behind her, unable to return the smiles passing physicians and nurses sent you in greeting. You nodded when she said something to you, something you didn’t catch beyond a hum, and entered the exam room as soon as the door swished open.
You shut your eyes as you as you stepped in, the lights seemingly brighter in the small room than the other parts of the medbay. You jumped at the sound of the door hissing shut, your eyes snapping open.
“You all right there, sweetheart? Lookin’ a little pale.”
You shook your head, placing your hand on Leonard’s shoulder as he approached you, his head tilted. You met his deep hazel eyes and let a breath leave your parted lips. “You know this stuff freaks me out. Doctors, and what not.”
“Just a physical,” he told you, his eyes not wavering from you even when you found it difficult to keep your gaze steady. “No hypos today.”
You managed a smile at that. “Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” he smiled back. He motioned to the flat biobed before facing the counter and washing his hands. “Strange two of the only people I can tolerate on this floatin’ metal disease incubator are terrified of doctors.”
You hopped onto the bed and gripped the edge of it with all your might, letting out a deep exhale. You watched the blue uniform wrinkle and stretch with his every movement, you tried to concentrate on that. “Yeah, it’s a little ironic.”
He hummed as he faced you again, one of his signature scowls over his lips— it was a neutral scowl, though, not one of particular discontent. “And you’d think after my lifelong search for irony, I’d be a li’l more satisfied ‘bout things turnin’ out this way.”