Day 11 ll Mission Post

[thevulcanfirst]

Commander Spock made his way to the transporter room to ready himself and the away team for their mission to the planet of Bacchus II. Starfleet had ordered the Enterprise down to this planet to study the annual mating cycles in connection with a plant whose pollen is believed to be responsible. The mission was one that Spock had been looking

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[my_god_man]

McCoy didn't have much time to spare, not to do all the healing he wanted on four people in less than 30 minutes. He made the time, however, to glance up once at Spock. "Order of priority, Sir. They beat on you harder." He then went back to work setting up triage by the wall beds. Thanked god the aliens had given him Anderson's kit, as he rifled through its full complement of hypos and medical equipment.

One of the nice things about having attended school at Ole Miss's Medical Center was that Leonard had prime access to trauma and emergency training while he was growing into a doctor. The years of experience were helping him now, helping him calm into a steady, focused instrument of healing. "Now, would you please take the sterilite and apply it to his wounds? Start with his head injury, give 'em 5 second blasts 'cause we don't know what's been crawlin' around down here with him." As Spock worked, he primed the medical scanner and grabbed the reader tube as well. Even before scanning he knew he'd need it. There was bound

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock finished doing as order and sat on the bed next to Anderson’s legs. “I will be fine Doctor, once I have a moment to heal myself.” But he stayed on the bed regardless. It would do him good to get medical help. Spock’s left eye was turning a sick, sick green color and swelling shut, he couldn’t see a thing out of it. That was only one injury he had gotten but the most noticeable. He let out a low sigh and gripped the edge of the bed, sitting up straight and closing his good eye as he awaited McCoy’s work to be done on him.

[my_god_man]

As he was racing against time, McCoy didn't notice the Vulcan's unease at first. Well, really, Spock being stiff all over was just a normal day at the office. He waved the medical scanner over the man slowly, again listening to the melody the device sang to him. Huh, it was a rather quiet lullaby. Vulcans must heal faster. Not that McCoy would know, as those damn space elves were mum about anything relating to themselves. A slight smirk came over his face as he zeroed in on Spock's head with the scanner. "Well, looks like I finally get that physical, huh? Am I gonna have to go through this every time

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock moved away slightly at the rush of emotion that filled him. He suddenly felt harried and squirmy? What was ‘squirmy’? Before the Vulcan could even finish that thought he was flooded with concern. “My apologizes Doctor,” his words came out a little more tense then they should have. The man’s hands came in contact again but this time only one but it didn’t help the transfer of emotions. Exposed and heated. Why was the doctor feeling this way right now? “I can not see very much Doctor,” he said slowly and then asked: “Are you running a fever doctor?” and raised an eyebrow.

[my_god_man]

"Not much, you say? Huh, well, I think that's still normal, considerin'." Not like he had much time anyway. Settling for good enough, he pulled his hand away and began fiddling with the melanex. Before he could say anything more, Spock asked him a bizarre question. He looked up and gave him a brow arch. "Fever? No... why? Do I look hot?" He didn't feel hot. Dull headache, slightly cottony feel of the medicated, hand a little tingly again, and damn he was getting exhausted now... but hot, no.

"Eh, nevermind 'bout me. Yer the patient. Now, are ya experiencin' any pain? Is there somethin' else you want me to check?"

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock thought over the catalog of injuries he had gotten. McCoy couldn’t do anything for his poor ribcage that had gotten at the least four cracks in it now but then he removed his right hand from gripping the edge of the bed and felt the pain. He’d hurt it punching one of the aliens and hurt it even more when he had fallen on it. “My right hand,” Spock said finely as he held it up for the doctor. The Vulcan chose not to say anything more on the issue of McCoy being ‘heated.’

[my_god_man]

Unfortunately, no, there wasn't much he could do for the man's ribs. Short of giving him the rest of his shirt, and there still wouldn't be enough for a good pressure wrap. Would likely cause more pain and damage than help, anyway. But there was the melanex. He upped the dosage a hair to see if Spock would be more responsive to that. The Vulcan's chemistry was proving as unmovable as the man himself. "This should help ease the pain more

[thevulcanfirst]

Anxiety this time. A lot of anxiety and then concern, the Vulcan could only hope that the doctor could not feel his own emotions. As McCoy went on to touch him even more he was reminded again why he didn’t do contact with humans…or any other species but mostly humans. Too much emotion, it was really starting to overwhelm him. “Agreed Doctor,” he said relief again as the man’s hands left his own and then they came back. Heated…again? Was the doctor sure he was not running a fever. “Doctor I must ask again.” The Vulcan said trying to control his voice as he looked up at the doctor. “Are you sure you are not running a fever?”

[my_god_man]

It was hard to believe that a hand this delicate-looking, long and narrow-fingered, could inflict the kind of violence he'd seen done on Jim back during the Nero thing. Or even when those purple goons had attacked. Looking at it now as he did extensive sterilization, it was still a bit surreal. It was the hand of a scientist.

With enough strength in it to lift a man off his feet by itself.

Still, it was a hand that could be hurt and Leonard was treating it now. Once finished with the sterilite, he released Spock in order to grab the spray applicator and a hypo of Masiform-D. The Commander asked again about a fever, which was just damn weird. Although... now that he thought about it, his palm felt like he'd been holding boiling water and not just because the Vulcan had an elevated body temperature. Could that be the MTBI still acting up? For some reason, he was thinking about a room, where Spock had been talking to him...

Shit, he didn't have time for this

[thevulcanfirst]

The grab to his wrist caused Spock to flinch away in pain as he was not ready for such an attack on his injury. The man was a doctor he should know not to grab so roughly when treating an injury of any kind let alone an arm. Then on top of that it was…a Vulcan hand. Spock suddenly felt aroused by the handling of his hand and arm. Oh no, he needed to calm down like right now. This was not the time nor the place nor the…person? Well that last one was debatable. Then came the flooding of human emotion on top of the arousal This time the emotions transferred had turned into confusion, wonder and then determination and smaller hints of emotion ran straight into him. “I am touch telepathic doctor,” Spock said a little breathlessly as he fought the transference. He was feeling very over whelmed again as the Vulcan was flooded by thoughts and feelings not his own.

[my_god_man]

It was a little more work sneaking the Masiform-D up Spock's sleeve. Damnit, he was squirming worse than a worm on a summer sidewalk. Made the legitimate spraying get a little messy. McCoy was about to give him an ear-chewing -- pun not intended -- for that when strangely, he got a sense that something was off about Spock. Really off. He looked up properly at the Vulcan just as said Vulcan spoke up. Touch telepathic?

.... Touch telepathic.

"Oh shit!" He dropped Spock's hand like he'd been burnt. Actually backed away from it, too, hands going up as if he had a phaser to his back. "God, sorry about that!" What the hell had he been thinking? He couldn't remember what he'd been thinking. He hadn't been thinking anything embarrassing... had he?

Nope, just waxing poetically about the man's damn hand. Damn telepathic hand.

Leonard scrubbed over his face with a guilty hand. Not the time, never the time, didn't have the time for this. Sighed deeply, told himself to stop fucking blushing and get on with being a doctor. "...

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock stayed put on the bed as he tried to calm himself. He opened his eyes and they trained on Leonard, this was not helping the accidental arousal but he was happy the touching had stopped. The emotions that had been given to him via McCoy left a bitter trace in his mind. He watched Leonard intently before having to take his eyes away and center himself. He was not an animal and his desires would not over power him. It took him so time before he could stand up without embarrassment. “Thank you Doctor,” Spock’s voice wasn’t as controlled as he wanted it but he was okay with that because it was better than jumping McCoy’s bones. It was not the time or place or the person, he kept telling himself as he stood up straight and pulled on his shirt to straighten it, trying to look more professional but it didn’t work very well.

[my_god_man]

Yep, scanning himself was the most engrossing thing around. Sure beat the hell outta standing about blushing like a fool. Well, the scanner was beeping and telling him he was still blushing. Goddamn, he knew there was something mind voodooy about Vulcans. Why had he forgotten that?

Leonard grunted in reply to Spock, still engrossed in his scanning. It didn't tell him anything he didn't know already. Head trauma, but it was getting better now. Nothing more he could do, really, except sterilize and treat his superficial wounds. He had to balance that against what he knew of Sky's wounds. Best make quick work of this. It was clumsy work at that, but didn't yet feel comfortable asking Spock on over to help. God, this was gonna make the next department meeting even more interesting

[neat_science]

Meanwhile, outside of the holding rooms Phrixis had turned to Sky, dark eyes boring into hers. Both Spock and Leo had warned him against doing anything to her, but she could tell by the arrogance on his face, if he wanted something then two prisoners were not going to stop him. Slowly he prowled around her, eyeing her like a mare for purchase, while she stared straight ahead, blue eyes focused on a single stone in the wall

[my_god_man]

Leonard could trick a dumb beast like him with one eye closed and four hands tied behind his back. But provoking the grape ape wouldn't help things right now. He gathered Sky in his arms and held her to him protectively a moment. Murmured, "Doin' better now." Empathic violation aside, of course. He just let himself believe the heat in his face was from anger at their captors alone. "But you nevermind that. Tell me where it hurts."

He got right to work then, tired of the badgering and testing and taunting and the fucking beatings. Careful and demonstrative with his actions, he pulled out the medical scanner and swept it over Sky. Frowned at the noise it made over her throat. Looked at it closer and saw bruises already starting to form. Why that motherfu... "What happened to your throat?" he asked with an edge to his voice sharper than a surgical laser.

[neat_science]

"Nothing for you to worry about." she hissed back, "I don't think we should be provoking these people more than we already have...just fix it? Please Leo? Before they say the time is up and you blame yourself for not having done everything you could?" she knew that he would respond to her argument and she tucked her body close to him.

"Besides...look at his face." she breathed softly in his ear, "I did that." and yes there was some pride in her voice.