Phlox's Perspective:
The prospect of returning to the Enterprise could not have arrived at a better time.
Upon hearing the Lieutenant's words, his spirits had jumped at the chance of distancing himself from the T'khut, not to mention its inhabitants. It was not that Phlox was prejudiced, far from it. However there was something about their, coldness, that he could take only in refined doses.
Yes, it would indeed be welcome to leave the Vulcan's their sickbay, and he was more than convinced as to their ability, doubly so when treating their Commander. In fact, he might say it superseded his own, perhaps even with the benefit of Enterprise's new medical facilities.
And besides, he wasn't of much use here. Dr. T'pring insisted on occupying him with the most menial tasks, while he was more than capable of assisting her in their endeavor. However, the shame of mistakes kept his tongue tight, refraining from making any comment that could be perceived as negative. And so he remained silent, speaking only when it was absolutely necessary.
He was reminded of his time in the medical exchange program, the human's would constantly gripe over the condescending attitude of their Vulcan associates. Phlox himself had dismissed their grumbles as nothing more than petty misgivings.
In their role, the Vulcan's care could easily be misinterpreted as cold and frankly, yes, condescending. However when likened to that of a parent, their unforgiving attitude and perhaps even arrogance, were indeed explained. For that is what the humans needed, what almost any immature species needed, to grow, thrive, and eventually develop the stability to stand on their own, unaided by the "parent", unaided by the Vulcans.
And as such in any child/parent relationship, matters will go awry with the swiftness of warp speed. The child, while learning from their guardian, begins to want more, they chafe at the collar society has dictated. Why can't they do this? Who is to say they aren't ready?
They are slow to recognize the danger such rebellious actions invite, and even if they did, probability states they'd still be there with arms outstretched, welcoming the excitement, the thrill they gain from taking such a risk.
In all, the inhabitants of earth, the ones that had existed, were children, (At least, to the interstellar community). They displayed all the similar characteristics, and most prominently was their "rebellious nature".
And so, in all good conscience, Phlox couldn't very well alter his opinion of such proceedings for only his position. Frustration was prone to any species, and that included Vulcans, even though you'd never here one say it.
His communicator chirped, the device buzzing in his pocket, with a fluent motion he retrieved the machine, putting it up to his chest "Phlox here".
"We are ready to transport Doctor".
Now that got him started, awoken him from his philosophical dream state he quickly began the protests forefront in his mind.
"I'd rather, if at all possible, another means of transportation was arranged, I do hav-"
His words were silenced as aboard another ship, the whine of machinery was to be heard, and the good Doctor's molecules were disassembled…