Chapter V

Chapter V.

"So what was that smart remark for?" said McCoy, as Zachery left the Sickbay.

"Smart remark?"

"Don't play games with me, I know it was you. Now, lay down and get ready for this examination."

"Oh, joy." Heather said, as she lay down.

"Watch it, or I'll put you through a full physical."

"Isn't that what Admiral Kirk ordered?" Heather said, with a laugh, sitting up.

"Just lay back and keep quiet. I'm the doctor, here." McCoy said, as he pushed Heather down.

<Right, right.> Heather broadcasted to McCoy.

"I said, be quiet!"

"But, I didn't say a word."

"Nurse, bring me a sedative for Ms. Scott here."

"Now, wait a minute! I don't need..." Heather exclaimed, as she sat back up.

"You gonna behave then?"

"If you insist."

"I insist. Now lay back down."

Heather sighed, and began a relaxation exercise combined with a simple biofeedback exercise, causing her vitals to take a dive.

"Nurse, bring me a adrenaline hypo." he said, as he noticed Heather's vitals dropping.

As McCoy injects Heather with the hypo, he notices that her vitals are still dropping, and says a few choice words under his breath, grabs Heather by the shoulders and starts to shake her as he shouts, "Come on, snap out of it!"

"Nurse, call Security tell them to find Lieutenant Junior Grade Zachery A. Christenson, and throw him in the brig. He should be on his way to Admiral Kirk's quarters." McCoy called out over his shoulder.

<Is that really necessary, Doctor? I'm fine.> Heather said, as her vitals resumed normal levels, and she opened her eyes.

McCoy immediately drops Heather back onto the table, like a hot potato, takes two steps back, eyes bugged wide open, and says, "Nurse, belay that order. Just what in the hell did you think you were doing?" McCoy demands of Heather.

"I was relaxing, and trying to bring my blood pressure down a notch or two. It's something Proudhawk taught me to do." Heather answered, sheepishly.

"A notch or two? ? Blood pressure? Hell, all your vitals were down near critical. Don't ever do that to me, again. I could have killed you, accidentally." McCoy said to her face.

"No, I would have stopped you, before you did anything, I was aware of what was going on the whole time." Heather answered cockily, since she was scared, shitless.

"Oh? And do you know all my hypos by sight alone? I could have injected you with anything, before you stopped me."

"No, but I doubt you'd inject me with something without thinking about it. I would know as soon as you thought of it."

"Does that still give you time to stop me? And who says I wouldn't inject you with something without thinking about it, a lot of it is natural reaction produced by years of training. I made a mistake once before, didn't I?"

"Good point. But what happened when you did inject me with a drug that wasn't really good for me? Who saved my life then?"

"If I had been given a chance I would have figured it out, after all, I cured old age once before, you know. Can Proudhawk claim that?"

"You've made your point, Doctor." Heather replied, realizing that she was getting in over her head with Dr. McCoy.

"Well, help me get this stuff hooked to your head, so that we can get your brain wave patterns checked out." said Dr. McCoy as he proceeded to gather all the equipment together and set the computer to record.

After the testing was complete, and all the equipment stored away, he told Heather that she was dismissed, but didn't have to leave right away, as Lt. Christenson was probably still busy with Kirk. McCoy continued, muttering under his breath about not really being able to tell whether everything was okay or not.

"Oh, you mean you don't want to get rid of me?"

"I didn't say that, did I?"

"No, but you implied it." Heather smiled. "Maybe I should do another biofeedback exercise?"

"You do, and I will walk out on you and report you to Admiral Kirk, immediately."

"I have a better idea. Why don't we go get a cup of coffee, in the Officer's Lounge?"

"Sounds good to me, and I'll tell Jim where you are."

Part 6