McCoy kneeled and began wrapping up her ankle carefully but snug. It was strange to see her so young- not bitter except in a general youthful sort of way. It was entirely too much like Joanna for him to feel comfortable for, hell, she was almost the same height by now.

"Hell, I've lost him when his hands were swelling up like balloons and he should have been passing out." McCoy answered dryly, lips pursing to the side before he continued. "I'm sorry you were saddled with him- he wasn't being very detailed on where you two were running around." He finished the bandaging and stood. "There, try to keep off it. When we get back to the Barge I'll fix it up for you."