The nausea returns when McCoy starts to feel over the broken bones in his arm - even with the medication he's been given, there's no stopping the queasiness that comes with feeling parts of your body move in a manner that A) they never have before, and, B) you are versed enough in anatomy to know that they definitely should not.

Thankfully, Bones is quick to notice that Doc is about to vomit - though in reality, the signs are pretty unmistakeable given years of medical training and expectation; the nearby wastebasket is procured without hesitation and sacrificed to the cause.



"...that really fuckin' hurts," he grunts, pressing his free hand against his ribcage once he's through.