It happened again to Spock while he was brushing his teeth. The same as it had the day before, and as it had throughout the day. Spock spat out his toothpaste and pulled up his sleeve. Cuts were forming, carving there way up his arm again. His memories hurt and his arm began to ache as it dripped green blood. A forth cut went into his wrist and was dragged up his arm again, deeper than any of the previous ones he had done before. He gasped as the pain shot up his arm, and then the cutting stopped completely. Spock stared concernedly at his bleeding arm as he waited for it to scab up again so he could wash away the blood. Green covered his arm slowly drizzling, and Spock began to feel sick with slight panic. Black spots covered his vision as he lost his balance and fell unconscious, bleeding on to the bathroom floor.
When he woke his limbs ached, his hand was damp and warm, his bed dipping in unusual ways. It was a fight for Spock to get his eyes open and when he did, his mother was there, her face seeped with tears and eyes red.
"Spock" she whispered her voice hoarse. Her eyes clung to his features as she smiled, her facade crumbling as she tried. Yet her feeling, her emotions they roared through him grabbing and holding on to him tightly with everything they could possibly have, or had. He took a breath. Spock blinked guilty watching his sobbing mother, he held her hand tighter, as she clung on to his.
Kirk glanced up to Spock who was blinking with blurry vision, he was holding tightly to his hand.
"Spock, Spock, oh thank god." Jim said quickly caressing his face as he stood up "Bones. Bones! He's waking up." McCoy grabbed a tricored as Spock blinked his eyes slowly closing again.
"Hey" Jim called his voice an echo and Spock blacked out.
"Spock!"
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"I'd like to leave now" Spock whispered sitting on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. He began to pick at the bandages that wrapped from his wrist up to his elbow.
"Hell kid" Bones said sitting next to Spock "you're lucky Kirk had to go on shift in the morning, do you have any idea what would-"
"Please. I know. I know." Spock said looking up to McCoy "it's been a week for me."
"Kid" McCoy sighed with a frown, as Spock began to pick at his bandaged arm "I wasn't even aware of this. I can't just ignore this. Not to mention Kirk. You didn't see him but god, when he came in here, he was such a mess, I have never - you're - you're just a kid."
"It's not like I did this. This was me from another planet. What made me do this wouldn't happen here. At least, not like that. I mean" Spock whispered "sometimes I can hear people talking about my vulcan ears and stupid hair in a bad way, but. It's not like before, even though I'm young I get respect, at least I think I do, I think I'm getting that from a lot of people here. And I can get in peace with that. I'm not like I was. What happened here" Spock said holding out his arm "the person who did this to me, was a completely different person."
"But… it wasn't, was it?"
"I - I just" Spock said as he slowly took in a deep breath.
"Hey, hey" McCoy hushed slowly rubbing a hand over his back "it's okay. It's okay."
Spock shook as he gasped for breath before bring his fists up to cover his face.
"It's okay" McCoy said and pulling Spock into a hug, rubbing a hand lightly across his arm. His body shook as he refused to show his face. McCoy's other hand barely touched as it stroked Spock's hair.
"It's going to be okay."
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