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A/N: Updated :) added some details
Chapter 7: Illogical
I finally sat down, I was aware of a dull ache in my leg and side- probably those broken bones. I probably shouldn't have done so much so soon after my injuries, but I never could have left Spock like that. i had mended his wounds and covered him with a blanket. So beautiful, even wounded this man was magnificent. Boy, just listen to yourself, you have really fallen for him. He groaned in his sleep, probably a nightmare, or maybe some residual pain. Either way it made my heart brake even more. I moved over and set his head in my lap and then gently stroked his face. I don't know why, I just thought it may help comfort him. God, it hurt how much I wanted him to love me!
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Pain, there is a sharp pain in my chest. I am lying down, my head is being stroked. I do not have a shirt on. My mind instantly started to process thoughts, and memories of recent events. We are still stuck in this cave. Christine is injured. Something attacked us. I slowly become aware of a tempting scent, Christine is near. I slowly open my eyes, and see another pair staring at me. She has been crying. I try to sit up but my chest sends a biting pain in reprehension.
"Spock!" Christine's voice is full of relief. Was I that injured? I was supposed to protect her and not become injured in the process.
"What happened?" A foolish question. I obviously passed out and she obviously took care of me. Still, it will continue the conversation and I have found myself illogically wanting to hear her voice.
"I'm not sure; you came in with a wounded chest. That creature cut you and got some sort of venom in your blood that lowered your body's natural ability to clot. You were losing a lot of blood, luckily though I had the medicine to fix the problem. I mended your chest and covered you up. Oh Spock I was so worried about you." The last words came out in a sigh of relief; surely it hadn't been that bad. I wonder as to where she got the medicine; there had not been any in her medical pack when I had looked through it.
"I am sorry to have caused you so much trouble. You really should not have taxed your strength so much. How long have I been unconscious?" I suddenly realize that she is still running her fingers through my hair, a rather pleasant sensation.
"Spock, you have to be kidding. I shouldn't have taxed my strength? You were bleeding out on the floor! There is no way I would have left you like that, regardless of my condition!" She took a deep breath to calm herself "You were only out for about two hours."
Quite frankly I can not think of a reply to her reprimand, I decide that a change of the subject is in order. "Christine, would you help me sit up?" Instead of answering me she shifted her position. She moved my head from her lap and got up. She then went to her bag and grabbed her medical tricorder. Curious, does she not think I am capable of sitting up? She gave me a brief examine, paying special attention to my abdomen.
"Well Spock, you seem to be in pretty good health. I believe that all the venom is gone. Yes, I do believe I will help you sit." She then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up and at the same time turned me so that my back was against the comfortably warm rock. The sensation of sitting up made me momentarily dizzy, but the feeling quickly. However the feeling of her warm hand against my shoulder though, made me dizzy in a entirely different way, and it was not passing.
"Thank you Christine." It suddenly occurred to me that I have been neglecting my medical duties to her. She needs to be resting, and is most likely in need of some food. I close my eyes and remind myself that pain is an emotion- and therefore can be controlled. I allow my Vulcan half to repress the pain my chest insist on giving me, and stand up.
"Spock! What do you think you are doing?!"
"I am preparing you something to eat. You have overworked yourself today and need your rest." I started to walk towards my bag but was forcibly stopped by Christine.
"Get back down! I am not the only one who is over working them self! Spock, I love that you want to take care of me, but please take care of yourself to."
"Christine I doubt either of us will have much time to rest in the near future. We have only one pack of dried vegetables left."
"What?! How did we get so low?" Her voice held a definite note of panic. I certainly cannot blame her; this is a most unfortunate event because of its timing. Neither of us is quite up to par. Christine with her broken bones, and me with my injured chest. Nonetheless this problem must be remedied. We will have to leave this cave and find food.
"Christine, it is only logical to presume that somewhere around here there is something edible. Otherwise the Hulinas would be incapable of surviving. We shall finish this food pack and then rest. Tomorrow we can search for some food, and our shipmates." I will admit, oddly I am not looking forward to returning to the Enterprise. I have found my time with Christine in this cave most stimulating.
"Right, our shipmates." Did I imagine it or does Christine too sound sad? Surely she wants to return to the Enterprise. I cannot imagine I have provided suitable company for the nurse. She likes to socialize and I am rather quite. I have never had much need to make small talk; it is illogical to talk about something unimportant. We prepared what was left of our meal and ate in companionable silence. I felt rather odd eating with her, for one of the few moments in my life I really could think of nothing to say. My carefully repressed emotions seem to come alive around her, making it nearly impossible to mask them. Once our meager meal was finished I heated the rock in our cave and we both lay beside it. Oddly I have found myself slowly adapting to the incredible chill of this planet. However, we still lay close to each other to share our blankets and body heat. As I lay their next to Christine I find myself wandering what it would be like to meld with her. For the two of us too share our thoughts, and even our feelings. Illogical! Why is she making me so illogical? I decide to try and sleep; maybe it will help bring the control I need. Tomorrow we will start our search for Kirk and McCoy.
