[ Well, maybe Leonard was exaggerating just a little. But he definitely swayed, and people saw it, and guess what, everyone was a little worried for their First Officer. It's not every day you see a Vulcan almost trip up over his own feet. ]
Thank you.
[ He heaves out a sigh, smiling faintly. He knew Spock could be reasonable, sometimes the challenge was getting him there. ]
We collected some samples from our last planet, and you were down there for a while too, so I'm going to isolate those samples and test them, just in case something down there caused this fever. In the meantime I'll give you something to lower the temperature, and we'll do the good old-fashioned wet rag on the forehead. That always works wonders.
[ Isolating the samples is a logical decision. Wet rag to the forehead- All of their modern medicine, and McCoy still insists on these "old-fashioned" methods. And yet, he has not yet been wrong about them. He is the best medical officer in the fleet, after all. Maybe that's what sets him apart-
Oh, he asked a question. ]
Negative. There is some mild muscle aches in my extremities but no other pain is present. [ He doesn't bother telling him that he can control the pain. McCoy knows. ]
[ The wet rag is not necessary, he could use a myriad of other tools, including a cold pad designed specifically for this, but whatever. Anyway, Vulcans run hot. Something cold on his forehead is going to feel amazing, Leonard's sure of that much. ]
Alright. Well, this medication should help with that pain too. Working as it should, you just need a couple of days' rest, then we can check your condition again and see how you're doing. You tend to recover quicker than Humans when it comes to injuries but I don't know about this kind of sickness.
[ Not to mention it's so incredibly rare for people to catch colds or get fevers these days. Leonard almost can't remember the last time he treated people for it.
He starts rummaging through his medkit, pulling out the hypospray and loading a couple of vials into it. ]
Tilt your head to the side for me, let's get this done with.
[ ... A couple of days? Excuse him? It's just a little cold or something! Surely he can work and rest at the same time (but there's a reason he doesn't say that sentence aloud word for word).
Anyway, yeah, he tilts his head to the side to take his medicine. ]
Would I assume correctly that your generalization of a couple of days means exactly two? [ Like a whole 48 hours? Is that what we're talking about? ]
[ He administers the drug, careful when compared to all the times he's practically stabbed Jim on the neck in the past. See, he can be a nice, gentle doctor when he wants to be.
As for Spock's question, he saw it coming a mile away. Nevertheless, he lets out a small sigh, both eyebrows raising as he sets the hypospray aside, then shifts again to look back to Spock. ]
Twenty-four to forty-eight hours, depending on how the rate of healing progresses. But we also have to be careful that whatever virus you're carrying won't be contagious before I allow you to go back to your duties. It's not just your well-being I have to worry about.
[ And he is sure that Spock is just as aware of that as he is. ]
[ Spock appreciates the gentleness. He has that going for him today, at least. Though, he's sure it has to do with the fact that he stopped trying to argue back about the medical leave.
Speaking of- ] Logical. If a contagious attribute of this illness does present itself, it will, of course, not prevent me from working within my cabin, as well. [ Also, he's glad that this 'couple of days' thing could possibly be cut in half.
And, yes, he's mentioning the idea of working remotely now in order to have better chances of it coming true in the future should he be deemed too unwell to report to the labs or bridge.
Despite his whole workaholic predicament, Spock is kind of curious about some of this. ]
In your opinion, if this illness did present itself as contagious, could it affect the humans of the crew more negatively than myself? [ He's aware that his Vulcan side is stronger than Humans in almost every aspect. He's also aware that his unique physiology has put him in a sort of gray area of how often or how badly he could get sick compared to either of his parents' species.
In his non-medically-licensed opinion, he's probably weathering it better than a full-human could. Probably. But, wow, he feels pretty bad, like super bad, like he could actually take a nap right now. ]
[ Well, yes. He'd be a little meaner if Spock wasn't being reasonable. He knows how to handle stubbornness, don't put him to the test. ]
No, it will not. So it will depend on how the healing process is progressing. I'll check on you regularly so I can tell you when you can resume some of your duties, at least what you can do from here.
[ He was already ahead of Spock in that; being surrounded by workaholics (and being one himself), he knows it's a futile endeavor to try and keep Spock stuck to bed for days on end. If he improves, Leonard will allow him some leeway.
He frowns at the question. ]
It's entirely possible. You do know our immune systems aren't as quick to react and recover as yours is. On the other hand, if it's an alien pathogen, it might actually have no effect whatsoever on us. I won't know more until I've run some tests— after I've taken a long shower and administered a dose of preemptive medication on myself, just in case.
[ He'll also run some tests on himself too, one can't be too careful. ]
[ Oh, he noticed that, huh. Well, he should have expected no less from Spock. ]
Or your quarters, [ He amends, an eyebrow raised. ] But I'd like you to stay here just for the night, so I can monitor your condition closely. Then I'll move you to your room myself.
[ It's a compromise. Hopefully Spock will recognize it as such, and accept the offer without argument. ]
[ Spock does see it as a compromise. He also nearly argues it and would do so on a good day, but... this isn't a particularly good day. He feels pretty rough and the thought of moving from this biobed, even to the sanctuary of his quarters, sounds like an annoyingly arduous journey.
So, after about half a beat of staring, his shoulders relax as his relents. ]
Very well. While I do consider the overnight stay unnecessary, I will accept those terms.
[ Right, because he's totally fit as a fiddle. He just chooses to not argue with it. Yep. ]
All the same, you need not lose rest on my account, Doctor.
Oh, knock that crap, you big Vulcan drama queen. You couldn't even stand on your own two feet right now if you tried, let alone walk back to your quarters.
[ He has made sure of that, with that concoction of medication that's sure to knock Spock out sooner rather than later. ]
And don't worry, I ain't losin' any of my rest just for your sake. I do have other patients, you know.
[ So you see, if he loses any sleep, it won't be because of Spock. Don't flatter yourself, buddy!! ]
[ Wow, WOW, sabotage now, McCoy? Wow wow wow. Not that Spock is really putting two and two together much, especially not enough to get faux-offended about being medicated while ill. ]
Of course, Doctor.
[ Said drier than a martini. ]
I will endeavor to not keep you any longer, then. Perhaps if I am momentarily forgotten in favor of more critical patients than I, you will realize that my staying for longer than necessary is illogical at best.
[ Is he surly because of the brush off or because he can't go home?
... It's the second one. A little of the first, though! ]
[ Leonard shoots Spock a flat stare, lips pressed to a thin line. ]
Fat chance that I'll just forget about you, Spock. But if you do recover more quickly, we will reassess your situation. Despite what you might think, I don't like keeping you here for any longer than I have to.
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Thank you.
[ He heaves out a sigh, smiling faintly. He knew Spock could be reasonable, sometimes the challenge was getting him there. ]
We collected some samples from our last planet, and you were down there for a while too, so I'm going to isolate those samples and test them, just in case something down there caused this fever. In the meantime I'll give you something to lower the temperature, and we'll do the good old-fashioned wet rag on the forehead. That always works wonders.
How's your head doin'? Does anything hurt?
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Oh, he asked a question. ]
Negative. There is some mild muscle aches in my extremities but no other pain is present. [ He doesn't bother telling him that he can control the pain. McCoy knows. ]
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Alright. Well, this medication should help with that pain too. Working as it should, you just need a couple of days' rest, then we can check your condition again and see how you're doing. You tend to recover quicker than Humans when it comes to injuries but I don't know about this kind of sickness.
[ Not to mention it's so incredibly rare for people to catch colds or get fevers these days. Leonard almost can't remember the last time he treated people for it.
He starts rummaging through his medkit, pulling out the hypospray and loading a couple of vials into it. ]
Tilt your head to the side for me, let's get this done with.
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Anyway, yeah, he tilts his head to the side to take his medicine. ]
Would I assume correctly that your generalization of a couple of days means exactly two? [ Like a whole 48 hours? Is that what we're talking about? ]
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As for Spock's question, he saw it coming a mile away. Nevertheless, he lets out a small sigh, both eyebrows raising as he sets the hypospray aside, then shifts again to look back to Spock. ]
Twenty-four to forty-eight hours, depending on how the rate of healing progresses. But we also have to be careful that whatever virus you're carrying won't be contagious before I allow you to go back to your duties. It's not just your well-being I have to worry about.
[ And he is sure that Spock is just as aware of that as he is. ]
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Speaking of- ] Logical. If a contagious attribute of this illness does present itself, it will, of course, not prevent me from working within my cabin, as well. [ Also, he's glad that this 'couple of days' thing could possibly be cut in half.
And, yes, he's mentioning the idea of working remotely now in order to have better chances of it coming true in the future should he be deemed too unwell to report to the labs or bridge.
Despite his whole workaholic predicament, Spock is kind of curious about some of this. ]
In your opinion, if this illness did present itself as contagious, could it affect the humans of the crew more negatively than myself? [ He's aware that his Vulcan side is stronger than Humans in almost every aspect. He's also aware that his unique physiology has put him in a sort of gray area of how often or how badly he could get sick compared to either of his parents' species.
In his non-medically-licensed opinion, he's probably weathering it better than a full-human could. Probably. But, wow, he feels pretty bad, like super bad, like he could actually take a nap right now. ]
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No, it will not. So it will depend on how the healing process is progressing. I'll check on you regularly so I can tell you when you can resume some of your duties, at least what you can do from here.
[ He was already ahead of Spock in that; being surrounded by workaholics (and being one himself), he knows it's a futile endeavor to try and keep Spock stuck to bed for days on end. If he improves, Leonard will allow him some leeway.
He frowns at the question. ]
It's entirely possible. You do know our immune systems aren't as quick to react and recover as yours is. On the other hand, if it's an alien pathogen, it might actually have no effect whatsoever on us. I won't know more until I've run some tests— after I've taken a long shower and administered a dose of preemptive medication on myself, just in case.
[ He'll also run some tests on himself too, one can't be too careful. ]
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... Wait, did McCoy say from here? Does he mean this point in time or- Spock glances around the medbay. ]
While I do support the idea of protecting yourself and the crew against this pathogen, I am curious if whether or not I am being held for observation.
[ Because now that he's thinking about it, this whole conversation seems to be leaning towards that idea. ]
that's only because the mun got confused/distracted BUT!! gonna roll with it
Or your quarters, [ He amends, an eyebrow raised. ] But I'd like you to stay here just for the night, so I can monitor your condition closely. Then I'll move you to your room myself.
[ It's a compromise. Hopefully Spock will recognize it as such, and accept the offer without argument. ]
oh WHOOPS
So, after about half a beat of staring, his shoulders relax as his relents. ]
Very well. While I do consider the overnight stay unnecessary, I will accept those terms.
[ Right, because he's totally fit as a fiddle. He just chooses to not argue with it. Yep. ]
All the same, you need not lose rest on my account, Doctor.
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[ He has made sure of that, with that concoction of medication that's sure to knock Spock out sooner rather than later. ]
And don't worry, I ain't losin' any of my rest just for your sake. I do have other patients, you know.
[ So you see, if he loses any sleep, it won't be because of Spock. Don't flatter yourself, buddy!! ]
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Of course, Doctor.
[ Said drier than a martini. ]
I will endeavor to not keep you any longer, then. Perhaps if I am momentarily forgotten in favor of more critical patients than I, you will realize that my staying for longer than necessary is illogical at best.
[ Is he surly because of the brush off or because he can't go home?
... It's the second one. A little of the first, though! ]
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Fat chance that I'll just forget about you, Spock. But if you do recover more quickly, we will reassess your situation. Despite what you might think, I don't like keeping you here for any longer than I have to.