Race Against Time
By Hanakin
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Star Trek does not belong to me. Really.
A/N: Thanks to Tavia and Amberlin, who reviewed my story and made me feel special. *giggles* Tank yew!!!
Christine and Spock fed the information from their tricorders into the main computer in sickbay lab room, looking for any indication as to what disease had killed the scientists of Tupola. The massive memory banks scanned the symptoms of the illness, but found nothing that was even remotely similar to this particular disease.
After nearly an hour of searching, Christine sighed deeply, causing Spock to look sharply at her. "Is something wrong, Miss Chapel?"
She stared into his deep brown eyes and said, "No, Spock, nothing's wrong." She turned back to the viewscreen, pointedly avoiding Spock's gaze. The truth was that she'd been feeling a bit lightheaded, and had a faint headache ever since they'd beamed up from the planet. She figured it was nothing, just stress coupled with a lack of sleep, and she'd taken an acetaminophen pill to counteract her dizziness.
Christine stood suddenly, and Spock watched as she headed for the door. "Where are you going, Nurse Chapel?"
Christine put a hand absently to her temple, flinching as a bolt of pain lanced briefly through it. She swayed unsteadily as she said, "I-I think I need to go lay down."
Spock abruptly rose from his chair, wrapping a strong arm hesitantly around Christine's waist to support her. Leaning against him, Christine thought sarcastically, 'How fitting. My greatest fantasy is finally coming true, and I'm in too much pain to even enjoy it.' She closed her eyes, letting Spock guide her to her quarters.
A cool rush of air hit her face as the door hissed open, and she opened her eyes just slightly, squinting against the bright lights.
"Half-lights," she called quietly, the sound of her own voice worsening her headache. The lights dimmed instantly, and Christine turned awkwardly to face Spock.
She was surprised to see concern written across his face. He was standing close to her, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face, and his arm, still supporting her, wrapped gently yet securely around her waist. Her headache was forgotten as a million thoughts raced through her mind. She had scarcely been this close to him before, and she was extremely nervous. Her eyes met his briefly, and a random thought crossed her mind.
"You have pretty eyes." she whispered. Spock's eyebrows rose abruptly at the unexpected compliment.
"You are ill." He stated. Christine began to shake her head, but thought better of it.
"No, just tired. I need to rest."
Spock eyed her skeptically, but said only, "I will inform Dr. McCoy." His arm slid away, and he was gone.
Christine watched longingly through the sliding door as Spock vanished from sight, and sighed deeply.
Collapsing onto her bed, she brushed her wispy blonde bangs out of her face and closed her eyes. She had almost drifted off into a pleasant sleep and her headache had even begun to fade when the sudden urge to vomit rushed over her like a huge tidal wave.
She jumped up from her bed and ran as fast as possible to the restroom, barely making it inside. Suddenly, she felt the room begin to spin, and she cried out just before she fell to the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED...
By Hanakin
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Star Trek does not belong to me. Really.
A/N: Thanks to Tavia and Amberlin, who reviewed my story and made me feel special. *giggles* Tank yew!!!
Christine and Spock fed the information from their tricorders into the main computer in sickbay lab room, looking for any indication as to what disease had killed the scientists of Tupola. The massive memory banks scanned the symptoms of the illness, but found nothing that was even remotely similar to this particular disease.
After nearly an hour of searching, Christine sighed deeply, causing Spock to look sharply at her. "Is something wrong, Miss Chapel?"
She stared into his deep brown eyes and said, "No, Spock, nothing's wrong." She turned back to the viewscreen, pointedly avoiding Spock's gaze. The truth was that she'd been feeling a bit lightheaded, and had a faint headache ever since they'd beamed up from the planet. She figured it was nothing, just stress coupled with a lack of sleep, and she'd taken an acetaminophen pill to counteract her dizziness.
Christine stood suddenly, and Spock watched as she headed for the door. "Where are you going, Nurse Chapel?"
Christine put a hand absently to her temple, flinching as a bolt of pain lanced briefly through it. She swayed unsteadily as she said, "I-I think I need to go lay down."
Spock abruptly rose from his chair, wrapping a strong arm hesitantly around Christine's waist to support her. Leaning against him, Christine thought sarcastically, 'How fitting. My greatest fantasy is finally coming true, and I'm in too much pain to even enjoy it.' She closed her eyes, letting Spock guide her to her quarters.
A cool rush of air hit her face as the door hissed open, and she opened her eyes just slightly, squinting against the bright lights.
"Half-lights," she called quietly, the sound of her own voice worsening her headache. The lights dimmed instantly, and Christine turned awkwardly to face Spock.
She was surprised to see concern written across his face. He was standing close to her, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face, and his arm, still supporting her, wrapped gently yet securely around her waist. Her headache was forgotten as a million thoughts raced through her mind. She had scarcely been this close to him before, and she was extremely nervous. Her eyes met his briefly, and a random thought crossed her mind.
"You have pretty eyes." she whispered. Spock's eyebrows rose abruptly at the unexpected compliment.
"You are ill." He stated. Christine began to shake her head, but thought better of it.
"No, just tired. I need to rest."
Spock eyed her skeptically, but said only, "I will inform Dr. McCoy." His arm slid away, and he was gone.
Christine watched longingly through the sliding door as Spock vanished from sight, and sighed deeply.
Collapsing onto her bed, she brushed her wispy blonde bangs out of her face and closed her eyes. She had almost drifted off into a pleasant sleep and her headache had even begun to fade when the sudden urge to vomit rushed over her like a huge tidal wave.
She jumped up from her bed and ran as fast as possible to the restroom, barely making it inside. Suddenly, she felt the room begin to spin, and she cried out just before she fell to the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED...