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“Oh, no? Would you like to see just how fast I can put you in a hospital?”
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Leonard “Bones” McCoy, MD.
Dad. Doctor. Disaster.
Chief Medical Officer / Navy Officer.
Part-time professor, full-time anxiety.
Do no harm, take no shit.
“If one study group plan gets derailed and you end up gettin’ a less-than-ideal score on somethin’, then that indicates a bigger problem than a pizza party.” He paused to finish the cheesy slice in his hand. Then, with genuine surprise, “Yeah, that thing’s really buzzing.”
Spoken while owlishly, muffledly, munching on a slice of parmesan-laden stuffed crust pizza: “You think so? Mm…”
How else could the good doctor maintain his sanity but for indulging himself, too?
You know how she /doesn’t/ want to spend the end of term?
Supervising the half dozen first years in medical who indulged in some seriously powerful edibles.
Absolute amateurs.
@StarSawbones “Honestly I think if the replicators make another stuffed crust they’ll blow.”
Dr. McCoy retweeted
𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 —
" 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦. "
𝙺𝙰𝚈 𝚅𝙴𝚂𝚂 — 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶
Really, considering the vast variety Joanna brought into his life, Leonard shouldn’t be surprised—and he wasn’t. What he felt instead was a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and pride. She was her daddy’s girl, after all.
“What kinda project do you need a human kidney for?”
Dr. McCoy retweeted
— [@StarSawbones ]

















