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Author's Note: Once again, thank you so much! I'm honored (honoured) by the reception this story has gotten, what I expected to be a one-shot now has at least a few more chapters up its sleeve!
Trigger warning: mentions of binge drinking this chapter. I do not suggest binge drinking, even if you get into a fight with a significant other. It's dangerous.
I brought in a little special someone this chapter. Bones is one of my favorite Star Trek character, TOS and Reboot. Love him love him LOVE HIM
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Live Long and Prosper!
Uhura woke up alone and cold, curled up into a little ball. Starfleet-issued sheets were messily strewn every which way on the bed. It didn't take a famous fictional British detective to deduce her night hadn't gone well. Bleary eyed, she pushed the bed away to come to a sitting position.
Immediately the world began to spin and whirl, making Nyota more and more nauseous by the second. Stumbling through the blurry world, she barely felt her way to the bathroom and the metal rim of the toilet before her dinner raced up her throat and spilled itself inside the bowl. Uhura groaned, her throat burning from the stomach acid. The automatic lights were way too bright for six in the morning, and Uhura swore that someone was hitting her head repeatedly with a really hard hammer.
She had almost forgotten what hangovers felt like.
After retching up her lunch and dry vomiting three times, Uhura finally felt safe enough to crawl away from her position at the toilet seat and haul herself up next to the comm unit.
"Lieutenant Uhura to Med Bay," she croaked out, her throat screaming at her to shut up and drink water, while her stomach begged for something to digest. She closed her eyes, attempting to block out the blinding light.
"Bones here, what the hell do you need at six in the morning?" Bones demanded, anger and tinges of sleep in his voice. Uhura felt a little bad, she knew the doctor valued his sleep, as most nights it was difficult for him to get any. Patients didn't get to choose when they needed to visit the med bay.
"Do you have anything to cure a hangover?" Uhura asked, trying to not let the desperation ebb into her voice or feel too embarrassed at admitting she had a hangover. There was a laugh at the other end of the wall communicator.
"Uhura, do you even drink?" The voice sounded way too amused for Uhura's taste.
"I had a fight with Spock," she replied, the bitter taste of alcohol seeping into her voice.
"Oh." There was silence on the other end. Uhura groaned before her esophagus attempted to empty her cavernous stomach once again, accidentally leaning against the comm button in the process. After a few more tries from her throat to get rid of the nonexistent poison, she leaned against the wall, ready to accept defeat.
"How drunk did you get, Uhura?" Bones asked, concern evident in his voice.
"I tried to fight with a Vulcan, Bones. I didn't get drunk. I got wasted."
"I'm on my way to your room. Wait- that's Spock's room. Remind me where your quarters are."
Uhura groaned, remembering what she had spent the night trying to wash away, before giving McCoy directions to where she was practically lying in a heap on the floor.
"You know, you really shouldn't drink so much. Your body isn't made to handle this amount of alcohol, Uhura," Bones reprimanded, but gave her a small smile when she looked up at him. "I'm just glad you called."
Uhura wasn't big on binge drinking, usually because on the few occasions she had gone overboard with the alcohol she woke up feeling awful in the morning. However, last night she had gotten it into her head that drinking herself silly would solve her problems rather than create new ones.
"Thanks a ton, Bones. I'm sorry to wake you up, I just felt awful." Uhura felt awful for more than one reason.
"Not a problem." An awkward silence seeped into the room, making the elephant in the room more and more prominent. The two were sitting on Uhura's messy bed, which had been where Bones had found Uhura when he arrived, although at the time she was lying down and trying to block out the light. She felt much better physically now, although now that she wasn't worried about her headache it was much too easy for the mental pain to return.
"So what did that green-blooded, emotionless bastard say to make you waste yourself?" Bones asked, trying to meet Uhura's eyes, although they were already looking at the boring walls.
Uhura sighed. She knew the question would come up sooner or later, and she felt the need to answer when it did. After all, not only was this man her friend, but he had just helped her out of a horrible hangover.
"He didn't want to talk about the fact that he didn't care whether or not he died, and I did," Uhura replied, angry at herself to realize she had tears in her blurring her vision once again. She thought she had bled her eyes dry last night, considering how many tissues she had gone through. Apparently not.
"Well, if you want a coping mechanism, I have a list of insults for the pointy-eared hobgoblin, if you want to borrow it," McCoy offered. Uhura let one side of her mouth turn up in a small smile, although it didn't reach her eyes. Bones was a great friend, and had a great sense of humor. She was sure just spending ten minutes with him would be a good coping mechanism, but she wasn't sure she was ready to start truly coping yet. She could hide pain almost too well when she needed to.
"Thanks, Bones, but I think I'm good for now," Uhura replied, squeezing his hands as if trying to reassure him she was okay, even if she was the exact opposite. Bones seemed hesitant, but squeezed her hand back.
"Well good, 'cause I'm a doctor, not a psychiatrist. But just let me know if you need anything, okay?" Uhura nodded, glad to have someone to confide in.
"Alright, well I had better head back to the med bay, I have an angry Russian strapped down in a cot," Bones said, getting up to leave.
"Of course. Thank you Bones. Oh, and one more thing. If you tell anyone, especially Kirk, you'll be the one in a med bay cot."
Bones mimed zipping his lips, giving a loopy grin despite the threat, before disappearing through the door.
Uhura gave a little smile before standing up and getting ready to face the day, and a frustrating half-Vulcan.