( that shitty shack happens to be the doctor's latest destination, a sagging frame barely visible in the fog, its shape broken up by the skeletal fingers of long-dead vegetation.
jesus, he's getting flowery now, he chides himself.
picking his way around a knot of grasping brambles, the painters' bucket in his other hand full of other collected items, mccoy reaches the door, tests it, and lets it swing inward with a begrudging wail of disused hinges.
at least you're on earth, he reminds himself, tacking what little optimism he can muster onto his fraying nerves. at least the sheets he's found are cotton; the cast iron pan actual cast iron and an actual pan, instead of a mysterious alien substance liable to fry human synapses when looked at funny.
he catches sight of the huddled man out of the corner of his eye. thinks, at first, that he's a corpse, with the unnatural set of his arm, the bent knuckles, and his breath catches. then, it escapes him in a soft 'whuff'. )
My God, you're alive? It's freezin'; what are you doing back there?
( mindful that he oughtn't rush right forward, he sets his items down on the dusty floor a few feet away, kneeling with it. scoots closer, caution at war with his concern. )
no subject
jesus, he's getting flowery now, he chides himself.
picking his way around a knot of grasping brambles, the painters' bucket in his other hand full of other collected items, mccoy reaches the door, tests it, and lets it swing inward with a begrudging wail of disused hinges.
at least you're on earth, he reminds himself, tacking what little optimism he can muster onto his fraying nerves. at least the sheets he's found are cotton; the cast iron pan actual cast iron and an actual pan, instead of a mysterious alien substance liable to fry human synapses when looked at funny.
he catches sight of the huddled man out of the corner of his eye. thinks, at first, that he's a corpse, with the unnatural set of his arm, the bent knuckles, and his breath catches. then, it escapes him in a soft 'whuff'. )
My God, you're alive? It's freezin'; what are you doing back there?
( mindful that he oughtn't rush right forward, he sets his items down on the dusty floor a few feet away, kneeling with it. scoots closer, caution at war with his concern. )
I'm a doctor. Doctor McCoy.