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The front door opens, and a highly distracted Doctor McCoy wanders through. Someday he's going to realize it is highly hazardous for him to wander through doors while distracted, since that always seems to land him in Milliways. He's dressed in his usual starfleet blues, with his favorite blue scrub top, munching on an apple and going over lab results from the last round of routine physicals.

...

Someone please stop him before he runs smack into the bar.

(ooc: ~~Must disappear for 15-20 min. Sorry! Will be~~ back!)

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"Oh, definitely. Though Ray can be a tad...enthusiastic. A good friend and a good man to have around in a crisis, but he can get carried away.

"Anyway, he told me you were about. So it's good to meet someone that he seems to hold in such high regard." And it's all that even Barry Allen, the occasional comic book character, can do not to ask if the doctor knows he's fictional on Barry's world.

"He's a good man. I'm glad he thinks well of me." McCoy replies, sounding pleased.

And no, he doesn't know. He'd probably laugh, then attempt to find out what sort of head injury Barry has.

"Most of the people hear are good men and women. That's why I'm doing what I can to get the hospital going. People are giong to be heading into harm's way because it's the right thing. People I care about. And they deserve to live, don't they?"

Differential diagnosis - stress, an old case of survivor's guilt...

McCoy smiles, and claps Barry on the shoulder.
"That's what we'll be here for. We'll all do our best, and let God, or whoever or whatever you care to believe in, take care of the rest."

"Sounds like that might be a plan.

"Anyway, Doctor, I should be going. Other doctors to recruit. I'm glad to have met, and to have you on board. Let's keep in touch and see about keeping this coordinated."

"Certainly. I'll be around, after a quick trip back for supplies. Good talking to you, Barry."

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