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Dripping icicles and melting snow around the cabin started off their trek into town. The clearing gradually transitioned into thicker stands of trees, blocking out the mid-morning sun. Shade stalled the thaw. Soon they were traveling through a much deeper layer of snow than anticipated and the going was slow. Although he'd left with what he thought was appropriate footwear, his toes had begun to ache. To make matters worse, he was sure they were repeating scenery. "Tell me we're not lost," he finally huffed.
Days Of Snow
May. 30th, 2017 02:49 pmTheir remaining days at the cabin were coming to an end. The snow, which had piled high around the exterior of the cabin, was beginning to melt beneath the intensity of the sun. It was the light leaking in through the curtained bedroom window that eventually woke him. He'd become accustom to waking gradually during their stay so it took him many minutes to realize despite the early hour, he was alone in bed.
Recuperating
Jan. 31st, 2017 10:11 amThe conversation with Jim that followed his discussion with Spock proved to be far less aggravating than he expected. They agreed to resolve the matter off the record once he was feeling better. But the time spent up and about, even if it was to his office to sit at his desk, hadn't done him any good. Just as he and Jim were finishing up, M'Benga had popped his head in to lay down the law. He'd spent an extra day in Sickbay because of it.
Sleeping in his own bed was a vast improvement. Being a patient in his own work space was too much like lounging on the job. In his own quarters, he could chew on his chaotic thoughts and recuperate in private.
When he wasn't silently cursing his own uncooperative body, he was thinking about Spock and the all too short encounter they'd had in his office. Truth be told, he'd spent a lot of time thinking about her lately. He owed her an apology for losing his temper, if nothing else.
Sleeping in his own bed was a vast improvement. Being a patient in his own work space was too much like lounging on the job. In his own quarters, he could chew on his chaotic thoughts and recuperate in private.
When he wasn't silently cursing his own uncooperative body, he was thinking about Spock and the all too short encounter they'd had in his office. Truth be told, he'd spent a lot of time thinking about her lately. He owed her an apology for losing his temper, if nothing else.
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Jan. 3rd, 2017 10:09 pmHer readings were in the toilet, the lowest he'd ever seen them. His professional mind told him this was normal and to be expected when it came to a Vulcan healing trance. Another less rational part of his brain sent his heart racing every time he glanced at the display above her bed or at her unnaturally still features. It made for an uneasy wait. The wound in her side was nearly healed though so he knew the remainder of that wait would be short. It was a small consolation as his worry kept him company.
M'Benga and Chapel had both tried to relieve him to no avail. He forced himself to keep busy but stayed close by, checking regularly.
M'Benga and Chapel had both tried to relieve him to no avail. He forced himself to keep busy but stayed close by, checking regularly.
