[Which meant that McCoy was getting used to wrangling Helen (and his other wayward patients) back to their rooms. He understood why they were restless, wasting away quietly under the watch of exhausted doctors that were no closer to a cure than they were any real answers. Even under the bright, sterile atmosphere this place still reeked of illness.
He tucks his clipboard under his arm and catches her gently by the elbow as he comes up behind her, not surprised to catch her up again.]
"And what makes you think I won't go good on my promise of strappin you down, doctor."
[He won't, but then he wouldn't be any happier in her shoes.]
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He tucks his clipboard under his arm and catches her gently by the elbow as he comes up behind her, not surprised to catch her up again.]
"And what makes you think I won't go good on my promise of strappin you down, doctor."
[He won't, but then he wouldn't be any happier in her shoes.]