As is his norm, the Captain is seated in his chair on the bridge. All is well what the happenings of the day, yet he is troubled, the lines of worry drawn onto his face. Deep within his being, there lies a nagging feeling, and he taps a button at the interface on the armrest of his chair.
"Bones, can you check up on Spock? He didn't look well, so I sent him to his quarters.".
--"I'm already on it, Jim."--
"Thanks, Bones. Something doesn't sit right with me.".
Uhura waits at the door to Spock's living quarters, her face taut with a burgeoning disquiet. By this point, she had already rung the chime twice, yet there had been no answer. To his merit, the Vulcan is consistently prompt at answering his door. Many crew members are aware of this, as it is in keeping with his demeanor, his heedfulness. Uhura, especially, knows this fact all too well, hence her increasing unease at his current lack of response.
Maybe, he's asleep. A vain attempt to reassure herself.
No, she realises this would certainly not be the case. Even in deep slumber, he could still detect the knell of his door. He, with that inheritably sharp Vulcan hearing of his.
Her fingers again hover over the panel, when her ears pick up a set of footsteps approaching from behind. The pitter-patter is accompanied by the voice of Doctor McCoy, carrying a medkit, using a low tone as he draws near.
"Checking up on him too, huh?".
"I'm worried about him. Something doesn't feel right...". She turns toward him, her face and voice both clearly marked with concern.
"You and me both. The Captain's worried, too...that's why I'm here. I can unlock the door. One of the privileges of being the ship's CMO.".
She moves aside, allowing him access to the touch interface. Indeed, he utilises his doctor's prerogative, his fingers methodically tapping a few buttons. Almost instantly, the panel beeps, and the latch unlocks with a slight clunk. The door slides open, and the two are greeted by a sea of black; they step inside and the door closes with a swish.
"Whoa...I can't see a damn thing...", murmurs the Doctor. "Increase ambient lighting by twenty percent". His voice carries a louder tone with those words.
The computer obeys his command, and a soft yellow glow washes into the room.
"That's a bit better.", he remarks.
As the pair cautiously travel further into the living space, Uhura glimpses the crumpled clothing, in a trail of disarray along the carpet. McCoy notices it as well, his concern, along with hers, growing as they take each step.
"He never does that.", she whispers. "I don't like this, Doctor.".
"Yeah, me neither.".
Despite the mild luminance now flowing in and around, there is a slight air of eeriness as they continue to traverse the lush carpet, moving deeper into the room. She moves a little hesitantly, her steps small and uneasy, her heart pounding. There is an apprehension to her movements, a fear of what the pair might discover.
Then, they catch a sight of the comatose form strewn onto his side on the floor, just outside the entrance to the washroom. Beside him, a meagre pool of vomit stains the pristine carpet.
"Oh my God!". The Doctor, with the Lieutenant mere centimetres away, races to his friend.
Crouching at the Vulcan's inert form, the pair glimpse the mark of green blood emanating from a nostril, smearing his face, and seeping onto the carpeting below. The physician turns him onto his back, his lengthy body listless, his limbs hefty with unconsciousness. To no avail, the Doctor attempts to wake his friend with a shake of his shoulders, a bark of his name. Taking the medical tricorder from the kit he brought with him, he proceeds to scan the Vulcan's vital signs. The figures appearing on the display are within acceptable levels for the patient's species, yet only scarcely.
Stuffing the device back into the medkit, the physician hastily grabs his communicator, flicking open the cover.
"McCoy to Transporter Room: I need an emergency beam out from Spock's quarters. Three to beam directly into Medbay.".
--"Aye."--The communicator responds in a tinny voice.
At once, the room is ablaze with glaring yellow light, as the trio fade with bright rings whirling around them. The rings dissipate, the light with it, and the group is vanished. Once again, the living space plunges into mellow duskiness.