I'm a surgeon, not a babysitter.
I wasn't too surprised to see Spock impulsively put his hand on his father's before surgery. But, afterward, to see Spock blind-sided by relief? That I didn't predict.
I prepared him for the worst and neglected to prepare him for success. My mistake. I should have known he'd be down to his last straw.
Not the first Vulcan I've seen cloud up lately, sure he won't be the last, either.
"Shall I take your thanks back to Dr. M'benga?" I ask ironically.
"Certainly." He manages to roughly cough out.
"Vulcans." I mutter, turning away.