*Saval doesn't have much in the way of medical supplies with him, but he can improvise if they can just get to a safe place to do it.*
Lean on me. We need to find a place to set up camp, and I will salvage materials for a splint and a bandage, but we must hurry. You cannot support your weight right now.
[Regretfully, Spock must concede that Saval is correct. He is unable to support himself. It is illogical to feel anything but relief that he is accompanied by a medical professional, but he is not eager to rely on Saval in this manner.
There is no point mincing words, so he asks] Are you able to discern the extent of the damage?
According to my preliminary assessment, the damage should heal fully once we have access to suitable medical treatment, but I will need to examine your injury further.
*His concern for his lover shouldn't get in the way of his professionalism, and it won't, but he wants to do whatever he can to ease Spock's pain. He offers an arm.*
Acknowledged... Thank you [he says, inclining his head and accepting the offer of physical support. Being in close physical proximity with Saval is indeed comforting, and he very lightly reaches for the Vulcan's mind, simply seeking a brush, a touch.]
In about 200 meters there is a cave formation that should provide adequate shelter.
*Their uniforms are a little shredded, enough for Saval to get a faint sense of Spock's thoughts from the few inches of skin that are pressed together. He wraps his arm securely around Spock's waist to hold him up and leans their foreheads together, briefly, just enough to transmit as much comfort and affection as he can.*
Barring further complications, we will get back safely.
*He starts off in the indicated direction, making sure to take the weight off Spock's leg.*
[The brief touch of skin and of minds is enough to ease his slight embarrassment and more than slight worry. He replies with his own silent affection and gratitude. His wound does throb painfully, but he makes use of his training to suppress it; pain is an indicator of injury, but beyond that it is useless.]
Indeed. The ion storm ought to pass in approximately 45.4 minutes, rendering communications once again operational.
Lean on me. We need to find a place to set up camp, and I will salvage materials for a splint and a bandage, but we must hurry. You cannot support your weight right now.
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There is no point mincing words, so he asks] Are you able to discern the extent of the damage?
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*His concern for his lover shouldn't get in the way of his professionalism, and it won't, but he wants to do whatever he can to ease Spock's pain. He offers an arm.*
The prognosis is hopeful.
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In about 200 meters there is a cave formation that should provide adequate shelter.
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Barring further complications, we will get back safely.
*He starts off in the indicated direction, making sure to take the weight off Spock's leg.*
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Indeed. The ion storm ought to pass in approximately 45.4 minutes, rendering communications once again operational.
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