Captain Kirk and Scotty were making the finishing touches on their 'Get Well' cards for Dr. McCoy.
"Yah think Dr. McCoy will like my card, so far, Captain?" Scotty questioned.
"I'm sure he'll like anything we give him," Captain Kirk answered.
"Yeah, that Dr. McCoy sure is a good soul, he is."
"He certainly is…though he can be a little abrasive, sometimes."
"Well, he's an old country doctor from the south. Not too shocking, Captain."
Captain Kirk laughed.
"I guess you're right, Scotty," Captain Kirk answered.
"I wonder what Mr. Spock had to do that was so more important than making a card for his friend ailing from such a terrible illness." Scotty remarked.
"Oh, Spock has to do a lot of paperwork for Starfleet Command, sometimes. He usually doesn't get time to relax and kick back."
"Or he chooses not to,"
"Spock's work is very important to him. It's like engines and mechanics to you, and the Enterprise to me."
"Dr. McCoy loves his job, but he doesn't let it stop him from taking a break, sometimes."
"Oh, Scotty…you should see what he's like when I try and tell him to take a break."
Scotty laughed, and the two men continued working on their cards for Dr. McCoy.
Elsewhere on the ship…
Spock came out of his quarters and seemed fine, like his usual self. As if the episode that occurred in his quarters had never happened. It wasn't until Chekov came down the hall did he grow a huge grin on his face and skip over to Chekov.
"Good day, Mr. Chekov," Spock spoke, chipper.
"Good day, Mr. Spock…are you feeling alright?" Chekov questioned, a little worried.
"I've never felt better, thank you; how are you doing?" Spock answered, with a chuckle.
"Fine, Mr. Spock,"
"That's just great; say, why don't you, I, and Jim take the rest of the day off and go have fun; grab a slice of pizza to eat!"
"Mr. Spock…you sure you're feeling alright?"
"Of course, what makes you think otherwise?"
"You're smiling…and laughing,"
Spock merely laughed.
"Oh, Mr. Chekov, you are quite the jokester you are." Spock chuckled.
Chekov laughed slightly.
"Whatever you say, Mr. Spock," Chekov answered, with a faint smile.
"Now that's what I like to hear; fun! Good day to you, Mr. Chekov." Spock spoke, with glee.
Chekov turned and stared at Spock, who was skipping off to graciously greet another crewmember on the Enterprise. Chekov walked slowly over to a communication system on the wall and turned it on.
"Captain Kirk…Captain…it's an emergency…something's wrong with Mr. Spock!" Chekov whispered, deeply afraid of what was going on. What in God's name had happened to Spock?!