The Immunity Syndrome
Personal log of Dr. Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer on the Enterprise
Damn annoying Vulcan!
As soon as he went back to the Enterprise I ordered him to Sickbay and confronted him. I was fuming:
"Now you will tell me why you did that!"
"Are you referring to my visit to the creature, Doctor?"
"Of course! What else happened today?" I snorted.
"I decided to take your place, Doctor, not out of low consideration for your expertise but merely because my physical performance is higher than yours."
"Spock, I k-n-o-w that you do value my expertise, I'm NOT whining!"
"Then I fail to understand why you are facing such a distress."
"Spock, open your pointy ears: I'm distressed because you scared the very Hell out of me! You took my place in a likely suicidal mission, that's why I'm distressed! You could've died! You almost died!" I was yelling but Spock didn't seem perturbed and regarded me, as stoic as always.
"Is that supposed to be a display of affection?" he asked politely.
"You bet it is, damn it!"
Spock raised both eyebrows, which I know means "I am puzzled".
"Your way of displaying affection is rather questionable, Doctor."
"You're the one to talk!" I snorted "You pretend that you took my place just because of your higher physical performance!"
"That is true."
Oh-oh-oh, really?
"Do you really think you can fool me, Spock? When you decided to take my place you knew that it would've likely been a suicidal mission. Higher or lower physical performance doesn't matter once you're dead." I pointed out.
"I am not dead, Doctor."
"Is it logical to state the damn obvious, Spock?" I asked, annoyed "But when you took my place you knew that you had a high probability of dying. So now tell me why the hell you did that and don't you dare to lie to me!"
Spock regarded me silently for a long moment.
"Taking part to that mission would have resulted in your death, Doctor, and I wished to prevent it from happening" he admitted, although recalcitrant.
"So did you take my place because of your better performance or because you were worried for me?"
He looked at me and I noticed that he was slightly embarrassed but honestly I didn't give a damn.
"Both" he answered slowly.
"Should you risk your life like this for me again I'll refuse to patch you up!."
"Doctor, your turn of phrase will never cease to puzzle me. Moreover your Hippocratic Oath…"
"You should thank the damn Hippocratic Oath because thanks to it I haven't punched your nose yet."
Spock's expression was absolutely priceless.
"You actually admitted that you did something emotional. It'll happen again, believe me." I smiled smugly at him.
"And you are going to be rather pleased with yourself because of this."
"You state the obvious again and I'll pull at your ears and make a knot out of them!"
"Doctor, I do not believe my cartilage to be elastic enough for…"
"Spock, it's called joking. J-o-k-i-n-g!"
Morose Vulcan!