McCoy's position as ship's surgeon afforded him a small cabin of his own that served as his office and bed, and it was here that they brought George Kirk to rest. Not that the other's knew enough of recognize George Kirk on sight, but if the man started talking, who knew what sort of plans and plots the greedy devils might concoct.
Besides, Bones needed time to work on cleaning the rest of George's injuries. One thing he'd learned out on the seas - dirty wounds killed more people than guns and swords, on any ship he'd served.
He looked over at his captain, eyes boring into their captive. "What happened to the rest of your ship?" Bones asked, curious if the rumors were true, what they'd heard about the Kelvin.
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on board the Kalon Kakon - George, Sam, and Bones
Date: 2009-09-19 06:29 am (UTC)Besides, Bones needed time to work on cleaning the rest of George's injuries. One thing he'd learned out on the seas - dirty wounds killed more people than guns and swords, on any ship he'd served.
He looked over at his captain, eyes boring into their captive. "What happened to the rest of your ship?" Bones asked, curious if the rumors were true, what they'd heard about the Kelvin.