As always, his crewmate wore that ever-impassive mask on his face as he walked into the room which could probably be interpreted a good sign. It was a damn sight better than dealing with a giggling, hallucinating Spock.

But seeing the Half-Vulcan sitting more stiffly than ever on the bed while waiting for him made him frown regardless. If he was injured, why the hell wasn't he laying down? Deciding to save the lecture for a more appropriate time into the medical examiation, he rooted through his medkit and took out the medical tricorder, before scanning him.

"Where does it hurt the most?" He asked Spock, eyes barely glancing up from the screen of the tricorder, as the scanner hummed and whirled to life.