While everyone recovered, while the dead were being grieved, while the Enterprise was repaired at the station, Spock worked on his report. It was an official Captain's Report: he was, after all, right now, the captain. He wrote it while he sat next to Jim's bed, listening to the soft, steady thrum of his heart beat from the biobed.
The words seemed as benign and clinical as usual: Khan commandeered the Vengeance, torpedoes remotely detonated, central power failed due to combat damage.
He reached over for a glass of water.
Captain Kirk realigned the aft power housings.
Spock paused, reading over the line, then looked over at Jim. The heart sensor continued to thrum, and the noise of it drowned out even the noise of his own thoughts, racing around his mind and causing his side to ache.
He set the PADD aside, rose, and left the room.
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His father sent him a note on the third day. I assume that you are recovering in the wake of these events, he says, and now it may be psychologically favorable for you to allow yourself time on
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Leonard's hand reached for the scanner in his pocket, pulling it out and waving it. "I don't need one," he murmured, his voice just short of threatening. "Commander, all we have between you and Scotty running things up there," Leonard pointed vaguely in the direction of the sky, "is your good health."
He dropped the scanner on top of the table next to Jim's bed, the clang it made satisfying. "So you understand when I say that when you're done here, I'm marching you down to get something to eat."
Spock watched the movement of Leonard's scanner, tensing slightly, until Leonard dropped it. The last thing he wanted was another pair of eyes watching him, critical and logical enough to say something difficult to refute.
"Marching?" he echoed, skeptical, looking out the window at the small campus below. "I do not think it is necessary for you to force me to eat just yet. Deleterious effects will not begin for another five days, at least."
"Well, as fun as I'm sure that would be to watch, your slow slide into delirium, let's just avoid that altogether by getting some soup into you." Spock wasn't entirely fooling him into believing that everything was good. None of them were good. Most of them were still just holding on, Leonard included. "To be honest," he admitted, settling into a chair opposite Spock, "I could do with a meal too."
He glanced down at Jim's body, eerily still. His voice was low as he spoke. "I wish he'd wake up."
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The words seemed as benign and clinical as usual: Khan commandeered the Vengeance, torpedoes remotely detonated, central power failed due to combat damage.
He reached over for a glass of water.
Captain Kirk realigned the aft power housings.
Spock paused, reading over the line, then looked over at Jim. The heart sensor continued to thrum, and the noise of it drowned out even the noise of his own thoughts, racing around his mind and causing his side to ache.
He set the PADD aside, rose, and left the room.
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His father sent him a note on the third day. I assume that you are recovering in the wake of these events, he says, and now it may be psychologically favorable for you to allow yourself time on ( ... )
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He dropped the scanner on top of the table next to Jim's bed, the clang it made satisfying. "So you understand when I say that when you're done here, I'm marching you down to get something to eat."
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"Marching?" he echoed, skeptical, looking out the window at the small campus below. "I do not think it is necessary for you to force me to eat just yet. Deleterious effects will not begin for another five days, at least."
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He glanced down at Jim's body, eerily still. His voice was low as he spoke. "I wish he'd wake up."
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