Private Voice to T'Pol

[emptyyourself]

[He's still within the 72 hours (so have some more not-quite lucid), and Aleera is fucking scaring him. This is around midnight, so he's trying to be quiet.]

T'Pol, get me out of here. Help me back to my room.

Comments

[with_discipline]

Unfortunately, you are not the only one being kept here. [She'll agree on the fucking scary, though. Just not out loud.]

[emptyyourself]

[There's something that sounds like muffled swearing, and he clicks off.]

[Spam?]

[with_discipline]

[T'Pol's still busy repressing some guilt, so she's relatively quick to slide out of bed and make her way to Severus' bedside.]

Why do you want to leave? You should remain here.

Sure!

[emptyyourself]

[He's already sitting up, trying to pull on his shoes, though even that simple task is proving difficult.
Bloody death toll.

He looks over his shoulder at T'Pol and scowls - Aleera could be anywhere, and she wants to have a conversation? He whispers harshly:]

Are you trying to bring that creature? Be quiet!