I believe I'm ready to leave the infirmary, Doctor.

[Private to Nero]

I need to speak with you.

[Private to Sam]

[FFFFF they will eventually bypass the awkward stage. Honest. I hope.] Are you well?

[Private to Severus]

I understand that you're likely still angry with me, but I would like to know how you've been faring.

[T'Pol's still in the infirmary. She's been having a pretty hard time with it, not that she'd say so. But there are plenty of little clues. Like the way she's tossing and turning in bed. Vulcans don't usually dream. Thus, no tossing and turning. But she's just about managed to kick off the covers, before waking with a very short, very sharp gasp. ( Read more... )

[She sounds exhausted, voice strained as hell because emotional control is awesome but it'll only last so long with the Barge's fuckery.]

Severus. Enough. [A short pause, because this kind of hurts like hell.] Taking out your anger on others is illogical. [No she isn't having trouble speaking, really. Okay maybe a little.]

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Doctor McCoy, as the week is at its end, I expect there is no argument on your part against my returning to my quarters. Resting in sickbay is no different than resting there.

Severus, I trust you are fully recovered. I find myself curious about the pensieve.

[Private to Sam]

Are you well?

(((OOC: I'm assuming his dying was pretty quiet. She ( Read more... )