( Pressed for time and focused on the other orbers, McCoy hasn't had a moment to spare. Newt was, for the time being, secured, a word that sat uneasily with the doctor. Finding that the man has essentially been left to steep in his own injuries, in dirty clothes and Lord knows what else...
...he can't stand it. This is still a sentient being he's looking at, even after everything he-- they've --done, and whatever his feelings about that, they have to come second. Whatever it is lurking behind Newt's eyes, well, he'll get to them here in a bit.
He looks critically at the various bandaids dotting the man's face, the rusty red blood on his shirt, wrinkling his nose at the rising scent of smoke and rubbing alcohol and sweat-soaked body. )
I mean to run some tests on you, clean you up, fix whatever my compatriots have busted in capturing you, and put a line in your arm so you don't have another seizure, ( McCoy explains crisply, and gives the cart he wheeled in with him a tap. )
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...he can't stand it. This is still a sentient being he's looking at, even after everything he-- they've --done, and whatever his feelings about that, they have to come second. Whatever it is lurking behind Newt's eyes, well, he'll get to them here in a bit.
He looks critically at the various bandaids dotting the man's face, the rusty red blood on his shirt, wrinkling his nose at the rising scent of smoke and rubbing alcohol and sweat-soaked body. )
I mean to run some tests on you, clean you up, fix whatever my compatriots have busted in capturing you, and put a line in your arm so you don't have another seizure, ( McCoy explains crisply, and gives the cart he wheeled in with him a tap. )
Is that gonna be a problem?