Personal Log? IDEK

[sharpestscalpel]

Soooooooooooooo.

The fucking Enterprise goddamn talked to me today.

I need a fucking drink.

Comments

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

We'll keep it informal. Don't even have to conduct it in Sickbay.

Though that's fun, too.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

We? All you'd have to do is send over medical charts? Then I can read them on my own.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You are a cold woman, Ms. Dr. Emma McCoy.

I do like that.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

I...don't think I understand what you mean?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I can think of more than a few who'd like to have me sit still long enough for them to fucking examine me - for a wide variety of reasons. Assholes. But you, no, ma'am. You are hard on the ego.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Oh! I didn't mean physical attributes! I'm sorry if I confused you. i meant past attributes. Skinned knees, broken bones, all that. Probably noted in your medical file. I'm sure you're just the spitting image of Lenny.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Ah.

Well, to be perfectly honest, all my records including the medical ones are sealed for my own safety and the safety of others. You want to know, you'll just have to take a history.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

A history? Is it written down somewhere?