A friend told me that she hated my short chapters. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE * rolling on the floor*
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Kirk felt the transporter lock onto him. His last image of the planet was the glow of another transporter, taking with it the Romulan parties off the planet. It was soon replaced with the familiar transporter room and a smiling Mr. Kyle.
Kyle's smile faded as he noticed Spock laid out on the pad. "Medical team to Transporter Room," he said into the intercom. "What happened, sir," he inquired after the channel was closed.
"We didn't hit it off with the tourists,,,," Kirk said, distracted. Spock was breathing much to shallowly for his liking. "Come on, open your eyes, Spock"
"Too bright," Spock whispered, his voice masking most of the nauseating pain that coursed through him, keeping time with the blood in his veins.
"It's either now or later."
By the time McCoy rushed in, Spock had opened his eyes slowly enough that they had adjusted with too much discomfort.
"What happened?" McCoy snapped, as he ran a scanner over his patient.
"A rock hit him," Kirk said matter of factly.
"A rock-? At what speed, warp 9?" McCoy motioned his aides to bring the stretcher closer, and they proceeded to lift the Vulcan onto it. Kirk stayed with them, listening to McCoy's rants. "…fool Vulcan, doesn't even know when to duck. After he leaves my sickbay…"
"Hush Bones."
Bones looked sullen, but realized why he was being told nicely to shut up. He nodded and led the way to sickbay.