I watch as my father's strong hands still for a moment on the podium. Sarek's head bows slightly as he reaches to disable the PA system, his hand trembling.
I am suddenly uneasy. "Sarek?"
Sarek turns abruptly, brushing past me into the wing of the stage and I hurry after him.
In the semi-darkness off-stage, Sarek staggers a few more steps. I roughly slide a chair beneath Sarek as his legs buckle. For the first time in my life, I hear my father stifle a groan of pain.
I flip my communicator open. "Dr. McCoy, I have a medical emergency."