[It takes a moment for Bones to process that voice, and then he's grabbing for his own communicator and slapping it in place above his workspace. Thus, it doesn't take long at all for the image of one Dr. Leonard McCoy to form up, against a backdrop of rather primitive lab equipment and with one eyebrow arched to an angle that would make Spock proud.]

I really wish they'd stop yanking people back every time someone new from the ship wakes up, but I'll take it over nobody at all.

You're on a planet called Verdana, Nurse Chapel. No sign of the Enterprise, and we're not sure we're even in the same galaxy as Earth at this point. There's some shenanigans involving time and cross-dimensional travel that the engineering types are obsessing over, but I've been stuck dealing with bioengineered plagues and now trying to restart the immune system of someone who hasn't got one.

Good to see you. Now get down to the hospital here and help me out.