Chocolate
"Come in, Doctor," Spock said lifelessly.
Dr. McCoy entered his quarters with a bottle of bourbon and a rectangular wrapped object that he judged to be chocolate.
He saw Spock sitting on the floor in a failed attempt to meditate, unable to banish the memory of his captain's recent catastrophic accident on the away mission which resulted in him suffering severe injuries, including brain damage. He was currently in a coma and no one would know how the extent of it until he woke up.
"Can't get the images out of your mind?" The doctor asked gently, sitting down beside Spock and opening his liquor.
"I cannot, Doctor. I keep seeing the ledge give way repeatedly and hearing his screams..."
Leonard shuddered. He had his own share of gruesome memories from Jim being brought in crushed and bleeding, more dead than alive.
He took a swig from the bottle and pushed the chocolate to Spock.
"This'll get them away for awhile. Try it. Finest vegan chocolate I could find. Keep it to two squares, though, or you'll really feel it in the morning."
Spock eyed the bar thoughtfully.
"I do not normally desire inebriation, but perhaps under the circumstances, it is not unappealing." He carefully ripped the wrapper away and took a small bite, enjoying the sweet flavor on the tip of his tongue.
Together, they silently imbibed and worried for their captain.
