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"Doctor, perhaps you should come look at this." Chapel's voice drifted into the doctor's office, a welcome intrusion to the load of paperwork.
McCoy quickly got up and went out of his office, looking around as he did so. Chapel stood next to Spock's bedside, looking up at the readings. McCoy glanced at the chrono and noticed it had been a good six hours since Spock had been put under. "What is it?"
"These readings, doctor. It looks like he's going into dream ode, with a bit of mindmelding mixed in with it."
McCoy nodded, impressed with her analysis. "Then we should get him back into deep-sleep mode, now shouldn't we?" It really wasn't a question, but she nodded anyway.
Suddenly Spock's whole body tensed, then he started to thrashing, muttering words that neither of them had heard before. He continued to do so for a second more, then went limp under their hands. "Doctor?" the Vulcan called.
McCoy came closer to the head of the biobed. "I'm here, Spock. What is it?"
"The Romulans, they're not just sitting there." The patient's voice was no more than a whisper.
"What are they doing, Spock?"
"Receiving information. They have a shielded base on the surface collecting data." Spock tried to get up. "I have to inform the captain."
McCoy held him down. "I'll tell him," he said as the Vulcan reluctantly lower back down. "I'll bring him down instead," he revised as he looked at Spock's worried features.