#highlyillcgical

               ‘  i expect you have a full social calendar of things you’d rather be doing....  ‘        maybe she’s not as happy as she would have been had it not been for his accident. she throws wit and chattiness away for quiet, simmering thought., his shoulder laden with the weight of her head. the silence chugs, waiting for him to say he was right and she was wrong. that his science was enough for him and she’d dragged him further than where he should have been. that she wanted to go to the market without people staring. 

                    “I’ve been preparing for this my entire life.” Voice quiet, STRONG as words break through her lips. “Yet now that we’re finally facing them ——” She pauses,  F E A R  allowing for a moment of slight hesitation. However, it will not win, not today. No matter the outcome, they would not let terror stop them. “ — I feel as if we could, SHOULD have prepared even more.”

Typical. Why he thought that line, partially joking or not, would work on the vulcan McCoy would never know. “No---No I don’t suppose you would be, Mister Spock,” McCoy sighed with a light shake of his head. “Why don’t we just continue with your physical...” He sounded discouraged but he couldn’t blame the commander for not picking up on his meaning.

      He remains seated as Spock approaches, hands clasped together and resting in his lap as he simply watches. Whatever the Vulcan wants, he’s certain to get to the point rather quickly. Just about the only good thing about him.

“ my name is nitara uhrtia. what is your business here? ”

       ‘    i am not ill, sir.   just a little......ah,   my head, it is light.    ‘

Yes let us pretend together. <3