"So there, huh?" He cracks, quietly, as he goes back to his vigil. The night watches wear away, and McCoy shifts for the umpteenth time, wondering if one of the technicians would be so good as to go get him some coffee, when there is a low moan from the bed.

For the record, it goes about as well as McCoy thought it would - a young man, just starting his career in a heavily active field, suddenly learning that it has all come crashing down?

He has to sedate the boy again, to keep him from doing damage to himself.