Bones sat down and sighed, reclining as he took a sip of coffee. Sickbay was empty, silent, peaceful. It was a rare but beautiful sight. It gave him some time to unwind before the next mission, which would inevitably end in injury and probably casualty.
He must have jinxed it, because just as quickly as his smile spread across his face, the door to his office opened. He huffed at his visitor, who was none other than the insufferable Mr. Spock. Although…as he peered closer at the vulcan, he appeared to be a little worse for wear.
"Mr. Spock. Are you alright?" He asked, putting down his now empty cup and sitting upright.
Spock's eyes shifted to the corner of the room, the closest he would get to showing signs of apprehension. McCoy motioned for him to sit, suddenly very interested.
"Doctor, I believe there is something…quite wrong with me," Spock confessed, looking as uncomfortable as a vulcan could look.
"Well, tell me about it, Spock," McCoy kept his tone soft, feeling somewhat concerned. It was true that Spock got on his nerves every once in awhile, but he still considered the first officer a close friend.
"I have been feeling frequent pains in my chest and stomach, as well as my head. I have also been unable to meditate properly to build a tolerance to these pains, and I have noted that my ability to sleep has been compromised."
Bones raised an eyebrow at his friend's confession. Spock didn't come to anyone for anything. He must be in such severe pain that he had no choice but to seek help from the doctor.
"Perhaps you should consult M'Benga? He would know more than I do about what ails you," McCoy said, not
ing how Spock seemed to stiffen at the idea. "No, Doctor...I am afraid that I cannot bring myself to share this with anyone else," he said somewhat regrettably.
McCoy, although confused, nodded his head. "Very well. I'll do my best to help you out, Spock."
Spcok continued without much hesitation. "Doctor...I have noted that this pain, while constant, oddly intensifies when…when I am near Captain Kirk."
Leonard tilted his head to the side, asking for clarification.
"I cannot. Unless…I were to show you?"
"If you're talking about that Vulcan mind mojo then I'm not having it!" Bones exclaimed, moving away from Spock.
"I understand. I would not force you to undergo a meld for my own gain, I assure you."
Bones relaxed, sighing. "I know, Spock. Look, I don't think I can give you any advice for this. Is there anyone else?"
Spock inclined his head. "Yes, Lieutenant Uhura has offered to assist me." He pursed his lips slightly before continuing. "I know I have put you in an unsatisfactory position, but I found it more logical to come to you about the more physical aspects of my situation."
"I understand. I can prescribe something that may help you get back into your regular meditation schedule, but I'm not sure if I can help with your pain. It may be something emotional that you haven't realised yet, Spock."
"I came to the same conclusion, Doctor." Spock sounded somewhat defeated, his shoulders slumping a fraction. "I only hope that the medicine you give me works, so I do not have to experience this while I am on duty."
McCoy nodded his head and stood, grabbing a hypo and filling it with the necessary medicine. His Vulcan friend did not shy away from it, rather, he seemed to welcome it.
As Spock thanked him and left, he stared after him, contemplating what he had just heard and wondering if he was a terrible friend.
Nyota knew something was wrong with Spock as soon as he requested to speak with her. She allowed him to enter almost immediately, motioning for him to sit on the edge of the bed with her.
"Mr. Spock, what troubles you?" She asked softly.
"I seem to be experiencing frequent pain while on and off duty. I have seen Doctor McCoy, however, he suggested I…talk to someone about it." Spock's eyes flicked towards the exit, his features tinged with weariness.
Uhura put her hand on his knee, wondering why he wasn't seeking the Captain's advice. "I am happy to help, Spock, you know that."
"I know. I appreciate it, and I apologize for disturbing you so late."
Uhura gently squeezed his forearm. "You have nothing to apologize for, Spock."
Spock looked regretful. "I did not wish to bother you, for I could have remedied the situation if I were able to meditate. However, the Doctor's hypos were not sufficient in aiding me, and I am…compromised. I do not wish to become a threat to The Enterprise."
"You've been taking them every day this week?"
Spock nodded his head.
"Does the Captain know? Has he noticed?"
"He must not know, Lieutenant." Spock insisted.
"It's okay. I won't say anything, and neither will Doctor McCoy."
"I know," Spock assured her. He stood, bowing his head. "I appreciate your time."
With that, he left the room, leaving Uhura to ponder.