Title: "I am Doctor."
I write again this prologue because I have seen grammatical errors…Sorry but English is not my first language.
Prologue …
People were shouting and were running around him.
In spite of the thick fog which had blocked his senses, he knew that he was aboard the Enterprise. He was hearing very weakly the reassuring humming of the engines. The smell of disinfectants which usually had caused him nausea had suggested him the idea that he was in sick bay …That and the fact that he was cold because completely naked on an operating table.
A small introspection reminded him that he had no more control of his legs …Was he paralyzed? …No, It was an error! He shouldn't have tried to move them because he felt immense pain now. He was so weak. He was so afraid.
How could he feel fear and pain? Was he not Vulcan?
And this man who roared more than Leonard McCoy?!
What did he say?
"I have an admiral's rank, I am your Superior and I shall decide on what it is advisable to do! Now, get out of my way or you'll be court-martialed for insubordination!"
"You're a silly old fool!"
Spock recognized immediately the voice of McCoy. His presence at his side was reassuring.
"Since how long did you not practice medicine? …Listen to me …At this moment, my team is looking for an antidote to cure them! I am confident that they are going to find it by the night end. And NO! It won't be too late for the Commander Spock! …Leave us a chance to save his legs!"
A syringe touched his arm. Spock was hearing faint voices. The last words he understood were the ones of the unknown man:
"Nurse Chapel! Don't stand there! Put him under anesthetic. And you: go and fetch me that damn kit of amputation!"
Why was he here? What had happened to him? He tried to remember but the sedative injected in his arm prevented him to concentrate and to shout his disagreement!
My legs …He talks about my legs?! He wants to amputate them…Leonard! Jim! Don't let him cut them!
