I wheezed and sputtered our of coughs like an old car engine again like I've been stuck doing all day.
Being 228 years old is not fun, it's especially not fun when you've been frozen in ice for 221 years and still get sick like people from my planet. So on this particular day I was sick with bronchitis and stuck in the med-bay with bones all day.
"I. AM. BORED."
I kicked my legs throwing a temper tantrum jokingly all bones did was sigh and didn't even look back at me
"You know 300 years ago that would've been hilarious"
I looked over at him and he looked like he was trying no to smile
"Tell me about what You're doing?"
He shook his head and gave me the shortest possible answer
"I'm working and you are not helping darlin' " I sighed before I remembered a tune so I started humming along and tapping my foot against the bed.
Bones instantly took notice of this he tried to glare which just made me laugh even more and made me cough even more
"Y/n you've got to calm down, you'll only make it worse"
he gave me another hypospray that seemed to soothed my throat
"You know there was one way that we use to treat things like this back in my day"
I imitated his southern accent, the second I finished my sentence he shot me a glare understanding what I meant.
"Nope"
"C'mon please"
I begged, I did not stop begging until he kissed my cheek and he walked away muttering something under his breath.
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STAR TREK IMAGINES
Fanfictionjust some random Star Trek imagines mostly original series and next generation. Characters I write are Spock Kirk Data Riker McCoy/bones Q Wesley Picard Chekov Scotty Khan I DO NOT OWN STAR TREK
