The hustle and bustle of the medical ward, the sterile smell, the hum of the machines, it all puts McCoy at ease. He's in his element now, in a hospital facility, even if it's not exactly like what he's used to back with Starfleet.
His fascination with the facility will have to wait, however. This woman needs to get herself checked in with either a doctor or a nurse, and McCoy is going to stick with her until she does.
The explanation that she offers him causes him to look back at her with a raised brow.
"Took a real nasty fall, if it's bleeding that bad." Oh, he's skeptical alright, but it's probably not his place to push. He doesn't even know the woman's name, first of all, so who is he to go asking for information he has no right to know about.
If he were her doctor, however, then that'd be a different story.
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His fascination with the facility will have to wait, however. This woman needs to get herself checked in with either a doctor or a nurse, and McCoy is going to stick with her until she does.
The explanation that she offers him causes him to look back at her with a raised brow.
"Took a real nasty fall, if it's bleeding that bad." Oh, he's skeptical alright, but it's probably not his place to push. He doesn't even know the woman's name, first of all, so who is he to go asking for information he has no right to know about.
If he were her doctor, however, then that'd be a different story.
"My name's Leonard McCoy, by the way. Dr. McCoy."