Bruises
Leonard shook his head as he examined the greenish brown bruises littering Spock's face and chest.
"Who took exception to your face this time, Spock?" He asked, setting the dermal regenerator to work on the first officer.
"The native people saw my ears and believed I was an evil spirit," Spock answered. "We could not use phasers without violating the Prime Directive so they were able to manage many blows with their multiple appendages before we were able to beam out."
"They thought you were the devil?" Leonard chuckled as the machine whirred away, healing the discolored skin.
"It appears they are a very superstitious people, Doctor. They were quite frightened and angry. I believe they were attempting to begin primitive exorcism techniques that involved fire, stone, and chanting. If my life was not in danger, I would have stayed to watch."
"Course You would," Leonard snorted. "You and your curiosity. At least you're smarter about it than Jim."
As the doctor worked, he couldn't help but pitying the poor aliens. They'd never know just how cute Vulcans were when they blushed green from having their "devil" ears touched. Spock had a particularly pointy pair.
"Why, Thank You, Leonard. I find your ears aesthetically pleasing as well."
Leonard blushed when he realized those ears had heard his muttering.
"Oops. Did I say that out loud?"
