Chapter 3
It was silent for a moment, and I glanced at my watch. It was almost time for my appointment in sick bay.
"Are you going to the recreation room?" Mr. Spock asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I frowned down at the ground before making eye contact with Mr. Spock.
"no, sir. You don't need to concern yourself with my location. I'm able to direct the elevator myself. Thank you though." I stated respectfully as the door opened… Right at sick bay. My mouth gaped, and I glanced at Mr. Spock.
"How did you kn-" I stuttered has I saw him get off. He didn't have to be at sick bay, did he? I stepped off with him, and he glanced at me. I mustered a smile.
"I promise I'm not following you." He raced an eyebrow, a skill he'd apparently mastered. "I didn't think you were." My weak smile melted into a grimace. So much for my joke. Silently, I walked by Mr. Spock, trying to maintain my distance from him. There was something about Spock that made things seem smaller. Maybe it was his physical stature, but it was something more. It was as if his presence commanded light and space to warp around him, like a reactor in a closed environment. He pulled the attention away from others, and his presence demanded acknowledgment. I respected Mr. Spock, despite my uncomfortableness around him. He's cool, logical demeanor soothed the constant aggravation from the harsh tones of the ship's crew members.
We entered sick bay at the same time. Spock went straight to McCoy's office, leaving me standing by myself in a room with two hospital beds and machinery that was meant to maintain life. I glanced down at my watch to see I was slightly early for my appointment. I slid my ID card through the computer, marking in the ship's log that I was off-duty for now and I was in sick bay. I grimaced at the thought that Mr. Scott might see I was here.
Leave it to him to put me on rest. I checked over my history on the computer quickly. I was still blonde and still had blue eyes last time I checked. I clicked through my history and then sat down in a black plastic chair- the standard kind that made my long ago broken tail bone whisper in protest.
The wait made my head roar in pain. Sitting with nothing to do allowed the headache to parade just behind my eyes. I close them for a moment, and the darkness was blessed relief.
"I would like to observe that perhaps you are feeling tired because you did not get adequate sleep last night. I would recommend trying to sleep a full eight hours tonight." Mr. Spock said as he passed me on his way to the door. I grit my teeth, but a comment still slipped out.
"I didn't know you had become a doctor, Mr. Spock." Bitterness was laced through the comment.
"It was merely a suggestion." Spock stated before walking out the door. I sighed; my head pounding. I hadn't meant to sass the man. Before I could regret it further, a voice cut through my thoughts.
"Ms. Cowell? You're next."