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[24] Leonard || Star Trek

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You hadn't meant to injure yourself. You'd been hanging out with Scotty in the Engineering Department when a red shirt got his arm caught in a block of machinery.

Being a red shirt yourself, you were used to injuries, and having to save other red shirts. "Scotty, call Bones!" You knew the red shirt would need medical assistance as soon as you got him out of the machinery.

"Y/N, don't-" You tried to override the controls, but they weren't responding. "I'm gonna have to manually override the controls. Can you hang in there??"

The red shirt nodded weakly, blood starting to gush down his arm. Taking a deep breath, you pulled off the maintenance hatch and crawled inside.

The metal surrounding you was heating up, making your stomach churn. Another meter passed, and you could feel the machine starting to give out.

"Y/N, LASS CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Scotty yelled into the maintenance hatch. "YEAH! GIMME A MINUTE!" You crawled faster, a sense of danger forcing you onwards.

Thanks to your expert knowledge of the machinery aboard the Enterprise, you were able to locate the panel that controlled the clamping override. The buttons were useless, the generator was failing to sustain power to the machine. "Y/N, IT'S GIVING OUT!"

Quick thinking led to you kicking the panel viciously, letting out an angry shriek every time you did so. I'm not dying today dammit!

With one last kick, the panel sparked and the machine fell silent. "Good on ya lass! Dr. McCoy is out here takin' care of your red shirt friend. Come on out now!"

You started to make your way back when the metal beneath you groaned under your weight. The machine was fragile now, its inner workings shredded due to the malfunction.

"Y/N? Can you hear me??" The southern accent of your friend Leonard echoed through the maintenance hatch. "Yes." Your voice wavered slightly, a tinge of fear in the back of your mind.

"Go very slowly, and make your way towards me. Be very careful." You followed his instructions, being very hesitant as you made your way towards the light. Bones was waiting, ever so patiently for you to make your way towards him.

An arm's length away from the entrance, a louder groan echoed through the hatch. "Y/N!" The metal gave out, splitting as you were sent tumbling down into the innards of the machine.

You landed on a broken pipe, the sharp metal piercing your thigh. A jagged scream escaped you, which absolutely terrified Bones. "Get me down there dammit!"

Using expert rescue methods, several engineers worked together to pull apart the machine, piece by piece until Bones could safely reach you.

They hurried with the dismantling, yet a sizable pool of blood had gathered beneath your thigh by the time Bones got to you. "Y/N, I'm going to need you to stay awake for me."

You were already bouncing in and out of consciousness by the time Bones was carrying you to the Medbay, broken pipe still attached to your thigh. "Y/N, come on!"

Bones growled, furious that he'd been absent while you climbed inside that death trap of a machine. Blatantly ignoring Bones, your eyes fluttered to a close.

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The Captain's face wasn't exactly what you wanted to see as the first thing you saw once you woke up. But you didn't really have a choice, seeing as Bones was preparing what looked like stitches.

You attempted to sit up, hissing as pain ricocheted through your left thigh. "Don't you dare move." Bones grunted, sterilizing the needle he would be using.

"He's right Y/N. It's better if you stay still." Jim took Bones' side, causing you to huff and lie back down.

"Now, I'll give you a numbing injection, but you need to be awake for the stitches. You've been out long enough, I don't want to risk you gaining a concussion." Jim patted your shoulder as Bones approached with a syringe.

You didn't really have a problem with needles and allowed him to inject the numbing solution into your thigh. The pain dissipated in minutes, as you psyched yourself up for the stitches. "Bones, if you fuck this up, I'll kill you." Bones simply grumbled and picked up the needle.

"Cover your eyes if you have to because it's going to get messy." Bones started on your stitches, but no matter how many numbing injections he gave you, you could still feel the intense pain.

"Just give her anesthesia already." Bones reluctantly gave you an anesthetic, Jim already snickering at the spaced out look on your face. You lay still on the Biobed as Bones got to work on your stitches. You suddenly spoke up, almost slurring your words as you did so.

"Hey, Jim... Don't tell Leonard, but I think he's really hot." Bones held himself together, only managing a soft sigh as he continued to stitch your wound.

Jim was laughing now, partly at your accidental confession, and partly because Bones looked like he was trying very hard not to smile. "Like, daddy as fuck."

An ugly snort escaped Jim as he laughed harder, Bones pausing from stitching to pinch the bridge of his nose. Because not only would he get shit for this, but he also harbored a crush on you. Which wasn't being helped by the current situation.

"He'd make cute babies, with southern accents." Jim was laughing so hard that no noise came out. He sat in his chair clapping like a retarded seal. "Why're you laughing? Why're you laughing at me??"

The painkillers had messed with your hormones, causing tears to fill your eyes. "Stop laughing at me!" Bones had to console you, rubbing your shoulder to get you to calm down.

"No one's laughing at you Darlin'..." He couldn't finish your stitches while you were shaking due to the sobs wracking your body.

Jim had to excuse himself, leaving the room with tears of laughter rolling down his face. "C'mere darlin'." Bones, now out of sight of Jim, pulled you into a hug, being very gentle with your unfinished stitches.

"No one's laughing at you, I promise." "Now stay still for me so I can finish these stitches." The hug was short lived, but you loved it none the less. Bones finished up with your stitches, cleaning the remaining blood from your injury and giving you a week of bedrest.

Jim returned to take you to your room, having calmed himself down. From there, you collapsed on your bed, nearly falling asleep there if Jim hadn't prodded you in the side.

"You gotta get changed. Oh, and Bones told me to tell you that he wants to get coffee with you tomorrow." You gave him a loopy smile, waiting for him to leave before changing into your regulation Starfleet pajamas. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.