It had been his own damn fault and no one else's. Sure, the young private still seemed slightly broken up about it but Leonard had waved his off and glared at him enough to get the younger man to finally shut up. Truth was, the private was no more than a boy playing soldier. It hadn't been his fault he was in need of medical attention nor hat it been his fault that Leonard just so happened to have decided to wander outside of camp for awhile. He knew that was a stupid idea too. With the myriad of dangerous dinosaurs running around (not to mention a number of other things that could kill a man) it wasn't wise for anyone to leave the camp on their own... but he was growing bored and, okay, there was still a vague sense of adventure about him. He wasn't that old, after all, and he hadn't agreed to be the Enterprise's offial CMO to stay on board the ship for all five years of their mission. Although he was a doctor he was still a scientist at heart and the highly debated medicinal properties of certain ancient plants had interested him enough to get Leonard to venture outside of the safety of the camp armed with nothing but his tricorder and a few sample bags. The injured private, inevitable run-in with an unfriendly dinosaur, subsequent run, and accidentaly tumble were all the direct consequences of his decision to throw caution to the wind.
He'd been injured and had hit his head pretty badly on his tumble down the "hill", as the private called it. If you asked Leonard, however, the damn thing felt more like a mountain. There had been a stray rock, a sharp pain, a wet warmth somewhere in his hairline, and then darkness. He woke up a few days later in sick bay confused. He'd been stuck in a state of fitful dreaming and, while unconcious, he could've sworn he was back in the proper universe. He'd had... flashes of home. Of Jim and Spock and... Gary Mitchell. Leonard's eyes narrowed as he thought about the younger man. Mitchell was one of Jim's friends from the Academy. A smart kid who Leonard had never really taken to. He assumed it had something to do with the fact that he was so wrapped up in making sure Jim stayed in one piece that he didn't have time to deal with any of his idiot friends, especially not the ones who encouraged his idiotic behavior. Mitchell may have been brilliant but he was definitely one of those. He knew... something was happening back home. The ship had lost power, Mitchell developed some freaky psychic ones and was becoming increasingly violent and erratic. They were heading to Delta Vega and... that was it. The rest was muddled but he knew Jim was in distress and Spock wasn't helping things. He wasn't helping things by being here when his best friend and the crew needed him.
Finally frustrated with himself and his situation Leonard decided to head to the gym and see if he couldn't work off some of that stress (or... as much as his head injury would allow). He may have been a pacifist by nature and he may have preferred to refrain from doing harm but he was still a military man (sort of). He had basic survival skills and had been trained in combat (mostly at Jim's insisting). Slipping into the gym, he paused when he recognized Jo at the punching bag. Remembering the message from her a few days ago his heart sank. She'd needed him too and he'd been out of commision thanks to a stupid decision. His hand moved to the bandage on his head, brilliant white standing out against his dark hair as his eyes immediately moved to the younger woman's own bandage. He couldn't run away from her. He owed her an apology for not being around when she needed it. "Hope you ain't going to hard on that thing." He said, nodding towards the punching bag. "Think the soldiers would like to keep it in one piece... and I'd prefer it if you didn't pop your stitches."