"Well, what do you know?" McCoy started almost conversationally as he lowered his tricorder and gave the half-Vulcan a look. "You're not so invulnerable, after all but it looks like you at least had God's luck on your side, Mister Spock. After a session of bone-knitting surgery and a whirl from the neural modulator, you should be back to your old infuriating self in no time."

He continued to go on as he looked back to his medkit. "I can administer a sedative, unless you want to grit your teeth. Looks like you've been doing a good job of that."