Bones hiding away somewhere to cry alone after losing a patient he thought he should have been able to save. Kirk or Spock of chekov finding him and giving him a hug. Ok bye (Sorry if this sent a few times Tumblr was being weird
Bones has been quite close to cadet Francis for a few months now. Jim jokes it’s because the cadet fancies him, but it’s mostly because Francis suffers Xenopolycythemia. It’s horrible, Bones feels terrible for him, and it puts extra pressure on the doctor, for he’s the only one in the Alpha Quadrant who managed to cure the stupid disease thus far. And only once; on himself. It takes up a lot of his time, researching and testing different methods he used on himself before, but they don’t seem to change Francis’ condition. Jim visits him a lot, distracting him with reports, whiskey, and kisses (not necessarily in that order), because Jim needs attention, too. Often medical attention, at that, for getting himself hurt in an away mission.
One of those away missions goes awry, and the crew gets hit by a nasty flu. Bones is quick to catch on, placing cadet Francis in quarantine before he gets too close to those infected, but it’s too late. His already weakened immune system is not strong enough to fight off the virus, and two days later, cadet Francis is dead.
Bones is okay. He’s not fine, but he’s dealing. Dealing being; drinking himself into a stupor while trying to remind himself that deaths happen all the time. And so long he doesn’t think about it and keeps himself busy, Bones is okay. But then Jim waits for him at his quarters, medical report of Francis still open on his PADD. “You okay?” Jim asks, and just that question makes Bones think that no, he’s not okay, and he narrows his eyes. “Fine,” he says, “I just need to be alone.” Jim reaches out, a hand on Bones’ cheek, with the kind of affection Bones often yearns for, but now it just makes him more upset. “I need some time to deal,” he says, pulling away from Jim’s grasp, and he walks off.
The Enterprise has many corners and rooms that hardly see any visitors. And Bones finds a quiet corner down in the engine room, sitting down while continuously going through his PADD to look for ways he could have. Maybe. Could have had a different solution.
“Doctor,” Scotty says when he finds him, “what are you doing here?” “I need some time alone, Scotty,” Bones replies, though the hands in his hair must have indicated otherwise, because Scotty sits down next to him instead. “I heard about Francis,” Scotty says. “How did you-” “He was in engineering, I know everyone in engineering,” Scotty explains, “good lad. Terrible with the lassies, but a good lad. Idiot worked in a tank top one day instead of his uniform to get grease over his arms to impress the ladies. Didn’t work, and I had to send him to medbay with burns over his arms.” “Sounds like him,” Bones huffs, and Scotty chuckles. “Aye, so it does,” he says.
“Mr. Scott!” Chekov’s voice rings, and seconds later, he’s found the two of them, “I was just working on the engine and I noticed - Doctor? Are you okay?” “Yes, Chekov,” Bones says. “He’s upset because he lost someone on the operating table today,” Scotty says bluntly, and Bones sighs. “Yes, thank you for your tactful explanation,” Bones says, and so Chekov puts away his tools and instead squeezes himself right inbetween Chekov and McCoy. “You can’t save everyone, doctor.” “It’s my job to,” Bones says, “what good is an engineer if he can’t keep the engine running?” “Aye, well, way to get personal,” Scotty says, “but I can’t always keep the engine running. You know the Enterprise, it gets beat up a lot.”
“I’m here,” Sulu announces himself, and Bones frowns. “What are you doing here?” “Chekov texted me you were upset,” Sulu says, and Bones runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Of course he did.” “I brought some whiskey.” “Oh,” Bones says, gesturing him over, and Sulu sits down next to him. He opens the bottle, taking a sip himself before passing it on to Bones. “Did you know Francis well?” Sulu asks, and Bones huffs as he gives the bottle to Chekov. “Can we not? I came here to feel bad, I don’t need to feel worse.”
“Leonard,” Uhura calls out to him when she finds them, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a hug. “Are you alright, doctor?” “Did Chekov message you, too?” Bones asks, and Uhura frowns. “No, Sulu did.” “Oh, of course,” Bones says, though he cracks up a small smile when Uhura sits down next to Sulu and she takes a sip of the bottle when it’s passed on to her.
“Uhura texted you?” Bones asks when Spock joins in, too. “Naturally,” Spock replies, “I heard about Francis.” “Everyone heard about Francis,” Bones says. “His survival was improbable, Leonard,” Spock says reaching out just briefly to gently squeeze Bones’ arm, but he sits next to Uhura, and even takes a sip of whiskey. “If I can cure myself, I should’ve been able to cure him.” “You know better than anyone else that it doesn’t always work that way,” Spock says, “even if you had cured him, his immune system was so weakened that the virus still might have gotten him.” “You don’t know that,” Bones says. “I calculated the chances of his survival based on previous cases of Xeno-” “I don’t want to hear it,” Bones says, “I couldn’t save him.” “You would have if you had a little more time,” Uhura promises him. “You’ve cured more diseases than most Starfleet doctors combined,” Chekov promises him, “there’s no one we trust more to treat us than you.”
“I can’t believe all of you are having a making-Bones-feel-better gathering and none of you thought of texting me,” Jim announces when he arrives, “I had to hear from the beta crew!”. “I thought Spock would,” Uhura says. “Why would I? This isn’t about Jim,” Spock replies. “Oh my God, I feel so left out,” Jim says, sinking down on the floor in front of Bones. “Are you okay? I knew you were upset, but not that you were this upset.” “I’m okay now, Jim,” Bones says, half annoyed, and half incredibly grateful when Jim cups his cheeks and kisses him softly. “If I knew, I would’ve come a lot sooner! Babe, it’s not your fault, okay? You’re the best doctor we could hope for.” “I know,” Bones says, “I already heard all the peptalks.” Jim huffs, taking the bottle from Scotty’s hands, and he takes a big sip. “I can’t believe this. My own boyfriend’s down and no one tells me. This family’s the worst.” Bones laughs, surrounded by his friends, all huddled together with a bottle of liquor. “No, this family’s just fine.”
Bones has been quite close to cadet Francis for a few months now. Jim jokes it’s because the cadet fancies him, but it’s mostly because Francis suffers Xenopolycythemia. It’s horrible, Bones feels terrible for him, and it puts extra pressure on the doctor, for he’s the only one in the Alpha Quadrant who managed to cure the stupid disease thus far. And only once; on himself. It takes up a lot of his time, researching and testing different methods he used on himself before, but they don’t seem to change Francis’ condition. Jim visits him a lot, distracting him with reports, whiskey, and kisses (not necessarily in that order), because Jim needs attention, too. Often medical attention, at that, for getting himself hurt in an away mission.
One of those away missions goes awry, and the crew gets hit by a nasty flu. Bones is quick to catch on, placing cadet Francis in quarantine before he gets too close to those infected, but it’s too late. His already weakened immune system is not strong enough to fight off the virus, and two days later, cadet Francis is dead.
Bones is okay. He’s not fine, but he’s dealing. Dealing being; drinking himself into a stupor while trying to remind himself that deaths happen all the time. And so long he doesn’t think about it and keeps himself busy, Bones is okay. But then Jim waits for him at his quarters, medical report of Francis still open on his PADD. “You okay?” Jim asks, and just that question makes Bones think that no, he’s not okay, and he narrows his eyes. “Fine,” he says, “I just need to be alone.” Jim reaches out, a hand on Bones’ cheek, with the kind of affection Bones often yearns for, but now it just makes him more upset. “I need some time to deal,” he says, pulling away from Jim’s grasp, and he walks off.
The Enterprise has many corners and rooms that hardly see any visitors. And Bones finds a quiet corner down in the engine room, sitting down while continuously going through his PADD to look for ways he could have. Maybe. Could have had a different solution.
“Doctor,” Scotty says when he finds him, “what are you doing here?” “I need some time alone, Scotty,” Bones replies, though the hands in his hair must have indicated otherwise, because Scotty sits down next to him instead. “I heard about Francis,” Scotty says. “How did you-” “He was in engineering, I know everyone in engineering,” Scotty explains, “good lad. Terrible with the lassies, but a good lad. Idiot worked in a tank top one day instead of his uniform to get grease over his arms to impress the ladies. Didn’t work, and I had to send him to medbay with burns over his arms.” “Sounds like him,” Bones huffs, and Scotty chuckles. “Aye, so it does,” he says.
“Mr. Scott!” Chekov’s voice rings, and seconds later, he’s found the two of them, “I was just working on the engine and I noticed - Doctor? Are you okay?” “Yes, Chekov,” Bones says. “He’s upset because he lost someone on the operating table today,” Scotty says bluntly, and Bones sighs. “Yes, thank you for your tactful explanation,” Bones says, and so Chekov puts away his tools and instead squeezes himself right inbetween Chekov and McCoy. “You can’t save everyone, doctor.” “It’s my job to,” Bones says, “what good is an engineer if he can’t keep the engine running?” “Aye, well, way to get personal,” Scotty says, “but I can’t always keep the engine running. You know the Enterprise, it gets beat up a lot.”
“I’m here,” Sulu announces himself, and Bones frowns. “What are you doing here?” “Chekov texted me you were upset,” Sulu says, and Bones runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Of course he did.” “I brought some whiskey.” “Oh,” Bones says, gesturing him over, and Sulu sits down next to him. He opens the bottle, taking a sip himself before passing it on to Bones. “Did you know Francis well?” Sulu asks, and Bones huffs as he gives the bottle to Chekov. “Can we not? I came here to feel bad, I don’t need to feel worse.”
“Leonard,” Uhura calls out to him when she finds them, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a hug. “Are you alright, doctor?” “Did Chekov message you, too?” Bones asks, and Uhura frowns. “No, Sulu did.” “Oh, of course,” Bones says, though he cracks up a small smile when Uhura sits down next to Sulu and she takes a sip of the bottle when it’s passed on to her.
“Uhura texted you?” Bones asks when Spock joins in, too. “Naturally,” Spock replies, “I heard about Francis.” “Everyone heard about Francis,” Bones says. “His survival was improbable, Leonard,” Spock says reaching out just briefly to gently squeeze Bones’ arm, but he sits next to Uhura, and even takes a sip of whiskey. “If I can cure myself, I should’ve been able to cure him.” “You know better than anyone else that it doesn’t always work that way,” Spock says, “even if you had cured him, his immune system was so weakened that the virus still might have gotten him.” “You don’t know that,” Bones says. “I calculated the chances of his survival based on previous cases of Xeno-” “I don’t want to hear it,” Bones says, “I couldn’t save him.” “You would have if you had a little more time,” Uhura promises him. “You’ve cured more diseases than most Starfleet doctors combined,” Chekov promises him, “there’s no one we trust more to treat us than you.”
“I can’t believe all of you are having a making-Bones-feel-better gathering and none of you thought of texting me,” Jim announces when he arrives, “I had to hear from the beta crew!”. “I thought Spock would,” Uhura says. “Why would I? This isn’t about Jim,” Spock replies. “Oh my God, I feel so left out,” Jim says, sinking down on the floor in front of Bones. “Are you okay? I knew you were upset, but not that you were this upset.” “I’m okay now, Jim,” Bones says, half annoyed, and half incredibly grateful when Jim cups his cheeks and kisses him softly. “If I knew, I would’ve come a lot sooner! Babe, it’s not your fault, okay? You’re the best doctor we could hope for.” “I know,” Bones says, “I already heard all the peptalks.” Jim huffs, taking the bottle from Scotty’s hands, and he takes a big sip. “I can’t believe this. My own boyfriend’s down and no one tells me. This family’s the worst.” Bones laughs, surrounded by his friends, all huddled together with a bottle of liquor. “No, this family’s just fine.”
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