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Stardate: March 30th, 2252

As Spock carried Julia out to the car, he wondered at why humans were so irrational and unobservant. It had been obvious to Spock that Julia's ankle had been damaged after she twisted it in the woods. It was still obvious after that accident, as she had been limping throughout the time she was on her feet.

But Jim hadn't noticed that - and he had gone and sat on her harmed foot. Causing Julia's ankle to swell up, and possibly creating more damage.

"Hey Spock?" Julia said, bringing him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at her as he closed the distance between them and the rented car.

"Yes?" He asked, placing Julia gently on the car's hood as he opened the passenger seat door. He hadn't locked the car, thinking that he and Julia were only going to stay here a short while.

"Next time my brother does something like this, you have my permission to chew him out."

"Chew him out?" Spock said, picking Julia up again and placing her in the seat. He raised an eyebrow at her as he closed the door. Walking around to the driver's side, he slid into the seat beside her and gave her a glance. "I do not know this idiom."

"Chewing someone out means giving them a lecture on what they did or didn't do," Julia said, buckling herself up. "And in this case - I think my brother needed a good lecture."

"I agree," Spock said, buckling himself up as well and starting the car. "He should have noticed you were limping, and abstained from sitting on your injured foot. It was blatantly obvious that you were hurt."

"Which is why, next time, you can chew him out," Julia stated, flashing him a grin. He raised an eyebrow again.

"I do not wish for there to be a next time," Spock said, pulling out of the driveway and getting onto the road. He had memorized the route they'd taken from the airport, as well as the building that they'd driven by. And, thankfully, there was a hospital not too far from the airport.

"I don't either," Julia said pointing to her foot. "A busted ankle is not something I enjoy very much. I was just saying that If it happened again."

"I will make a note of that," Spock answered before lapsing into silence. His mind was going over all the things that could be wrong with her ankle.

She may have pulled a ligament, torn a ligament, one of her bones may have been dislocated, she may have broken one or several of her bones…

"Uh, Spock?" Julia's voice brought him back to reality. He glanced at her, and she pointed at the speedometer. Apparently, he was going 80 miles per hour, which was 30 miles over the speed limit."You're going a little fast."

"I apologize," Spock said, forcing himself to ease up on the gas. Perhaps he shouldn't think about what Julia may be ailing from. It seemed to cause him to press on the gas and thus endanger the both of them more. "I was...preoccupied in thought."

"Whatever the heck you were thinking about, it must have been pretty distracting," Julia said. Spock nodded, and tried not to let his thoughts wander back to what was wrong Julia. His Julia. "What was it you were thinking about?"

"Your injury," He stated. With a sigh, Julia rolled her eyes. Absentmindedly, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Geez, Spock - I'm fine." Julia said, chuckling a little.

"That is a false statement," Spock said, his hands clutching the wheel. "Your ankle may be broken, or have a torn ligament or -"

"You're speeding again." Julia said, folding her arms and raising her eyebrows at Spock. He took a deep breath, and slowly pushed each thought about what might be wrong with Julia out of his mind. Then he concentrated on keeping his speed at an even 50 mph.

"I do not understand how you can be so calm about your injury," He said, barely concealing the worry and anger in his voice. Gently, Julia reached out and put a hand on Spock's shoulder. His muscles were stiff and hard, but they relaxed a little when she touched him. She had that effect on him.

"I'm calm," Julia said, squeezing his shoulder a little, "Because I have the best half-vulcan half-human fiance in the world to look after me. I trust you, and I know you'll get me help as soon as is humanly, or vulcanly, possible."

"Your statement is almost completely correct," Spock said, and Julia gave him a questioning look.

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but - what is incorrect about what I said?" Julia asked, thinking that Spock was going to say he wasn't the best person to take care of her.

"Vulcanly is not a word."

"Oh, whatever!" Julia said, pulling her hand back and folding her arms. "As long as you know why I'm calm and stop freaking out about my ankle."

"I would not call it freaking out," Spock said, glancing at the road ahead. The hospital was on the next left turn, about 3 miles away.

"What would you call it, then?" Julia asked.

"Emotionally compromised." He said, turning left in one smooth motion. Julia rolled her eyes again, and felt the need to give Spock a playful slap. But, under the current circumstances, that would not be wise. He was still so high strung since getting into the car, and she didn't want to push him over the edge or anything.

"Okay," Julia said, mending her previous sentence, "As long as you're no longer emotionally compromised."

Spock nodded his head and pulled into a parking space. He shut the car off and turned to look at Julia again.

"Do you want me to carry you into the hospital, or would you like me to bring a wheelchair out?"

"Carrying me would probably be the best option," Julia said, unbuckling. "Then you wouldn't have to go up to the hospital twice in a row."

"That is logical," Spock agreed, before coming around to open Julia's door. His hands went around her, and Julia's went around his neck. In one swift movement, she was again in his arms.

"You know…" Julia said, looking up at Spock from the angle she was at. "If the situation is different, I'd find this romantic."

"Romantic?" Spock asked, bending down a little to press the lock on the door of the car. That way he wouldn't have to use the key to lock it. When he stood up, he was able to kick the door gently shut without damaging it.

"Yeah," Julia said, resting her head on Spock's shoulder. "I've always thought it would be romantic to be held in the arms of the man I love like this. Though not when I had a hurt ankle."

"Perhaps I should try to do this more often…" He said, giving her a little smile. Giggling, Julia nodded her head.

"Definitely," She agreed, hugging him a little.

With that said, Spock made his way through the maze of parked cars towards the hospital entrance.

Hello again! Sorry for the late update - the world's been pretty crazy lately, and I've been trying to juggle my writing with everything else. Anyway, I hope this chapter didn't disappoint, and I wish you all well. Till next chapter, live long, don't get sick, and prosper!