Stumbling into the medical ward, Spock grabbed onto a table to steady himself. Looking down he studied the deep wound on his palm. The wound was encrusted will small crystals of green blood. As he tried to focus on the wound he noticed that his vision was fading in and out. The room was blurring. Reaching out feebly, he found a chair and settled himself into it and waited for his head to stop spinning. He was a Vulcan for god's sake! It frustrated him that he could be so fragile. At that moment the door slid open and Captain Jim Kirk strode in, accompanied by Doctor Leonard McCoy. At the sight of Spock, Jim lunged forward, grabbing him by the shoulders and looking at his face with concern. Behind them Leonard McCoy was grabbing different boxes from shelves and filling a syringe with an azure coloured vaccine. Kirk sat nervously, keeping his eyes fixed on Spock. A pitiful whine issued from Spock's mouth as pain pressed on his head.
"Hurry McCoy! He's getting worse!"
Spock's pale skin was now flushed with a tint of green. A bead of sweat would have developed on his brow had Vulcans been able to perspire, as in the duration of only one minute his temperature had shot up to a dangerously high level. McCoy strode over confidently and injected Spock in the neck with the syringe.
"Do you think it will work?" whispered Kirk anxiously.
"God knows Jim! Do you think I hold all the answers?"
"Sorry McCoy. No offence intended. So, what happened to him?"
"He was bitten by a Melvaran mud flea. Small but extremely irksome creatures. One bite and its victim could be paralysed within 14 hours. I'm glad we found him when we did. He may not have had much longer. Luckily I happen to own the one vaccine that would cure him and ironically it is liquid that is secreted from the very same species of mud fleas' internal organs. Give it two minutes and he'll come round.
Kirk and McCoy sat together in companionable silence and waited for the medicine to work.
Very slowly Spock began to come back to health. Overwhelmed with joy, Captain Kirk leant forward and embraced the injured Vulcan. Spock sat there stiffly as he did not understand why Kirk was so happy.
"I thank you gentlemen for reviving me from that illness. If you would not mind I would love to return to my post."
"As you wish Spock. I shall-"
"Captain I must interject. Commander Spock is in no condition to work right now. I should very much desire to keep him in the medical ward under close supervision."
"Very well doctor."
Kirk shot Spock and apologetic glance before he left the room. Spock's body drooped and he sat down in the medical ward. One thing he hated more that a deadly bite from a killer mud flea was being kept under lock and key.