It's been quite awhile since I've drabbled. I have completed several other big projects in the meantime; I hope you've checked them out and reviewed...hint, hint. Anyway, I could use a less absorbing form of writing for the time being so I'll be posting alphabet drabbles as I complete them. Enjoy!
Abiding
"Have I ever told you, Spock, that I have a deep and abiding dislike for hobgoblins interfering in my medical practice?" Dr. McCoy snapped.
"I was merely pointing out it would be beneficial to move the Captain to more suitable facilities," Spock replied.
"You think I don't know that, man?" McCoy spluttered. "But moving him would reopen those wounds and that would kill him."
"I see no need to raise your voice, Doctor."
"You wouldn't, since you've got ice water instead of blood in those veins. Staying here is the better option, but it's still not good and I'm a little concerned about that fact!"
Spock regarded him gravely for a moment. "As am I."