"About time." I chide gently as Uhura rushes into the hospital room.
It is dark and quiet but for the soft beeping of the medical devices attached to the Vulcan Ambassador.
"How is he?"
"He'll live. For now. Dr. M'Benga has exceptional experience treating Vulcans." He might be the only one left, too.
"I mean…"
I tilt my head toward Spock and bow away. Of course. Spock rises from the chair beside his father, setting his work Padd aside.
The damned Vulcan surprises me again, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Uhura and pressing his face into her hair.