"Oh my God, are you alright?"

The question was directed at him, and yet the Vulcan was still too stunned to reply. The young man, whose blue eyes flashed with such untold emotions, had merely seconds before with-stood the indiscreet uncontrolled barrage of a miniature hovering car's front hood smashing against him; as the alien behind the wheel had tried effortlessly to avoid any confrontation with the surrounding civilians.

"I'm not sure, although I find it precariously that you would ask me such a thing when it was I who unfortunately hit you," The Vulcan's nose twitched slightly.

The scent of copper pierced the fuel oiled air and the young man tisked softly.

"What? With the car? Ah, don't worry! It's not the first time I've been hit with a car."

The Vulcan's left eyebrow rose slightly while the young man retrieved a small pocketknife from the confinements of his slightly torn red Starfleet trousers, and began sawing at the seat-restraint surrounding the Vulcan.

The soft material snapped in half and a hand extended towards him.

"I know, I know! Touching is taboo for Vulcans, but you have to trust me to help you," The young man exclaimed.

The Vulcan gave another curious glance at this remarkable human before his own hand - bigger and coarser - encased the one extended, and he slipped from the damage car un-scattered if not just a tiny bit dazed.

The sliding of palms and fingers against one another sent a wave of prickling sensation up the Vulcan's arm, and he could sense the feeling of intense pain radiating from the human.

"You are hurt."

"Nah, it's just a scratch. Nothing more."

The human was persisted.

"You are uncaring in your obvious diminishing health, and yet you seem to elude the extremity of these accidents. As you seem so aware of how touching is personal for a Vulcan, you must've forgotten that my species is more or less touch telepaths. I can feel the pain you are trying so hard to ignore in favor of helping me to safety, and I only ask you let me help you as well."

The shock bloomed forward upon the young man's face, and sweat began to perspire as his hand let go of the Vulcan's instantly. He licked his bottom lip hesitantly before opening his mouth and closing it.

Copper filled the air again, and the Vulcan moved his hand forward towards the human.

"How," The human began, his voice wavering a bit with uncertainty. "Can you help me?"

"I can connect our minds, and create a panel that will, hopefully, numb the physical neurons that are causing your distress."

"That sounds like an invasion of privacy."

"Would it help if I introduced myself?"

"Nah, go ahead and work your Vulcan voodoo on me."

"Sir, this isn't voodoo. It is merely a mental range of concentrations betw-"

"God! I didn't mean it that way! It's just an expression, go ahead."

"Very well, my mind to your mind."