( He's tired, but that isn't new. Aching, but that's familiar now, in his hands, his joints, his heart.
Across the room, the doors softly hiss open, and he glances aside when the orber comes closer, also caught in the blue-white light of Earth. )
Hey, Sam.
( McCoy fixes him with a look of concern, pushing past the heavy weight of his own grief. After all, first and foremost, he's a doctor. His own fears can wait. )
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Across the room, the doors softly hiss open, and he glances aside when the orber comes closer, also caught in the blue-white light of Earth. )
Hey, Sam.
( McCoy fixes him with a look of concern, pushing past the heavy weight of his own grief. After all, first and foremost, he's a doctor. His own fears can wait. )
Everything all right?