locked to nurse_cchapel -- Green on White

[thevulcanfirst]

The small quite flat that belongs to Christine Chapel and Spock was normally perfectly clean as it belongs to a Nurse and a Vulcan. So by default it was clean all the time. Today among the clean there is, on the counter in the kitchen, a green liquid spilt over the countertop and the floor below it. At the moment only one of the owners of the flat

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[nurse_cchapel]

She'd only gone to the supermarket. They were out of apples. Really, that shouldn't have been long enouh for anything to happen. So Christine wasn't expecting anything when she came home and into the kitchen with a bag of apples and a few other things she thought they might "need." Except, there's something on the counter. Blood. His.

Immediately panicking, the bag gets tossed on the counter as Christine grabs a rolling pin. If he's hurt, someone's hurt him. There's no real logic applying itself to the situation for her: the building is well-secured, he is remarkably strong, she would have felt his duress through their bond. No, she just knows that's his blood and that's not good.

And then she checks the front rooms and can't find him and that's really not good, which is when tears start welling in her eyes. And then, she thinks to try calling out for him. "Spock, are you home?"

[thevulcanfirst]

He comes out of the back a few seconds after hearing his name. His face is calm and controlled when he comes to see Christine...with a rolling pin? Shaking his head he answers her. "I am here," he said softly...and is that really his voice? It was weak and almost pained. "Why do you have a rolling pin?" he raised an eyebrow at her.

[nurse_cchapel]

"You're alive!" Which means the rolling pin is unneeded so it drops to the rug on the living room floor with a thud. Seconds later, she's got her arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.

In a moment, she'll be able to register more and properly take care of him, but for right now her mind is focused. "Oh, thank goodness," she breathes, face in the crook of his neck. "I was so worried."

[thevulcanfirst]

Stunned by the reaction he got (and by what had happened) he just stood there and allowed her to hug him. "I was in our back bathroom." he said as he held onto him. "Why were you worried?" He was so confused.

[nurse_cchapel]

"There is blood all over the kitchen of two exceptionally tidy vegetarians! Don't tell me you wouldn't be worried, too!"

And, ah, there's her brain again, catching back up. She lets him go for the moment, steppig back to look him over. "You're hurt."

[thevulcanfirst]

He blinks a moment; his brain was not yet caught up with him yet. "Oh yes. I meant to have that cleaned before you came home but..." he glanced at the kitchen. "...you came home." he looked back at her.

[nurse_cchapel]

"Spock..." She looks at him a bit more thoroughly, catches the green-soaked gauze on his hand and remembers that she is not a flaily sort of woman, she is a nurse. And she has a patient in shock.

Taking hold of his arm gently, and now that her own mind has stopped racing, she can feel his pain quite clearly, she guides him to the couch. "Sit, Th'y'la."

[thevulcanfirst]

"The kitchen," he said softly and went to move forward to the kitchen. "I must go clean the mess I made..." but she caught him and sat him down. "Chrstine..."

[nurse_cchapel]

"No, sit. I will take care of everything," she says softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before equating on the floor in front of the couch, taking his unbandaged hand and clenching it around his bandaged one. "I need you to hold that tight. I'll be right back."

[thevulcanfirst]

Doing as he was told, he just sat there and held tightly on his hand. "Where..." she was already gone by the time he was able to ask her the question. Sitting therehe became rather cold, something not normal for him, a Vulcan. But nevertheless he felt his skin cool off and he shivered slightly.

[nurse_cchapel]

It only takes her a matter of seconds to dash to the bathroom and gather what she needs, allowing herself a fraction of an instant to shudder at the blood there. On the way back, she grabs a fleecy throw blanket out of the hall closet. When she's back with Spock, she wraps the throw around his shoulders before dropping to her knees in front of him. A hypospray with pain reliever taylored to Vulcans goes in his arm, and then she cups both his hands in both of hers and looks up at him.

"I need you to tell me what happened, Spock," she says. "While I fix you, I need you to talk to me."

[thevulcanfirst]

The blanket helps him a lot. "Thank you Christine. That was rather thoughtful of you," he said as he pulled the blanket around his shoulders a little more. Then the hypo was in his arm, making him just because there was no warning. But the rush of relief was enough to make up for it. Spock relaxed back into the couch with a soft sigh. "I believe I was cutting up the carrots when the knife slipped..." he shrugged slightly, one shoulder going up but the other just stayed still.

[nurse_cchapel]

After his first statement, she gives a little quirk of a smile. Yes, very thoughtful, standard shock treatment protocol. And then she gets to work, resting a towel across his knee as to not let any more blood get too far, and resting his hand palm-up on that.

"You'll remember to be more careful now," Christine says quietly, as she unwraps his poor bandage job. Technically, she should be leaving it on until she's sure the bleeding's stopped, but she'll trust her own handiwork to do the job so much better. "I'm sorry if this stings, Spock." Another line spoken softly, this accompanying the quick removal of his wad of gauze in favour of dabbing it quickly with a salve, doing a quick examination, and covering it with one easy layer of gauze. She shifts her hand so that it's as if she's holding his while she holds it in place. Still little distressed, she leans her head a moment against his other knee.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock watches her do her work on his hand. The pull away of gauze makes his body jerks slightly as it was rather painful but really there is no way of avoiding that bit of pain. As she fixes his hand up he starts to come back to himself. The pain is brighter and hurts much more every moment as his mind gets over the fact that his most important body part has been deeply cut.

[nurse_cchapel]

While treatment of a wound always brings out her compassion, she doesn't bother to keep it in check for him. Lets it flow through their bond in love and comfort. She works quickly and carefully to seal the wound, knowing her dermal can only do so much on his sensitive hand, so she'll have to simply do what she can and then protect it for time to heal.

"I suppose I can't ever leave you alone in the kitchen again after this," she says, teasing. Actually, she's worried about his silence.

[thevulcanfirst]

He blinks at her. "Water." he said softly. "I had just washed my hands when I attempt to cut the carrots, my hand was still wet and as I cut the carrot it slipped causing me injury." A better explanation then 'my hand slipped' as he had said when she first asked. "If I had dried my hands properly then I would not be in this situation. So therefore all you must do is not leave me alone while I dry my hands."