Damn fool off trying to get himself killed in some rat-hole of a bar-!
The Vulcan speaks softly, "It has been one year since Captain Pike was killed. He…was a father figure to Jim–"
"Tell me something I don't know." I interrupt Spock as I call for the nurse to bring a tray of medications. Damn it. "Jesus. Between Jim running wild and you believing you murdered your mother—"
"I think no such—"
"Feel not think, Spock." I interrupt sharply, evaluating the Captain's readings. "There's a difference, you know."
Spock turns sharply and leaves. Damn fool.