[ No kiss of life for the Bull today. McCoy keeps two fingers at the man's neck in precaution and counts the best he can without a standard reference of time. Be nice if he has his goddamn tricorder, but... ]
Welcome back. [ His hands urge him to roll over on his side in case his stomach makes the decision to throw everything up. ] Just focus on breathing for right now.
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Welcome back. [ His hands urge him to roll over on his side in case his stomach makes the decision to throw everything up. ] Just focus on breathing for right now.