LEONARD MCCOY - HOSPITAL
All the crazy shit that happened around the OC meant more hours for McCoy, more paperwork, and a whole lot more headaches. He was sitting in his office now, with a cup of coffee and a bottle of tylenol. He couldn't get the damn, child-proof cap off. Ridiculous that in a hospital, he couldn't get to the drugs he needed. In a fit of frustration, with his temples pounding, he chucked the bottle at the door where it burst open and scattered eighty or so gel capsules all over the floor. "God Damnit." He said, then pulled himself up out of his chair to start cleaning it up. He was grumbling the whole time.