Spock/Reader 'Sorry' Part 2

    The next day Spock, with much encouragement from Jim, made the decision to ask you to lunch. He walked one-point-five times faster than his usual pace to arrive at Med Bay before you’d leave.

    Dr. McCoy was leaving for his lunch when Spock reached Med Bay. Spock had no reason to speak to the doctor now, but it seemed the doctor was going to speak with him.

    “What’re you doin’ here?” McCoy asked.

    “I have come to ask Nurse (l/n) to accompany me to lunch.”

    “Oh,” McCoy sounded, surprised, “well, good luck.”

    Spock decided it was best not to argue with the doctor about “luck” when there are more important matters at hand.

    You were picking up the last of the used supplies from the previous patient, and Nurse Chapel was waiting for you to finish. Spock entered, and you quickly shoved the now useless supplies into a bin.

    “Commander Spock,” you and Christine said. He looked at Christine, “If you will excuse us.”

    Confused and nervous, you waited for him to speak. The uneasy feeling in your stomach wouldn’t go away as you thought of what he was going to say. It got stronger when you realized you would probably say something either incredibly stupid or embarrassing in response. What he did say surprised you.

    “Will you accompany me to lunch?”

    You could not say no to Commander Spock.

    “Yes, sir.”

    The two of you began walking towards your destination. Your legs didn’t carry you as far as Spock’s did in one step; he was quite taller than you. You had to focus on keeping up with him. While your mind was occupied with your feet, you neglected to look up from the floor.

    “You were looking down,” Spock stated when you slammed into him. He wasn’t moved, yet you had to step back to stay upright.

    “I’m sorry, Commander,” you replied. He raised his eyebrow, “Your apology is accepted.”

    Spock started his usual lunch routine. Now, however, you stood next to him while you went through your identical routine. Instead of sitting wherever Christine was, you followed Commander Spock. The captain and Dr. McCoy sat at the table Spock had walked to, already eating their lunches. Others sat along the table, but you did not recognize their faces. Spock sat next to the captain and you shyly took the seat across from Spock and next to Dr. McCoy.

    “Captain,” you acknowledged. Since his mouth was full, he only smiled.

    What Spock had wanted to speak with you about had Dr. McCoy laughing and you in complete shock.

    “I would like to pursue a ‘friendship’ with you.”

    It had never occurred to you that Commander Spock would choose his friends like this. It made perfect sense to you now. You stuttered as you tried to answer.

    “I, um, yes sir.”

    “There are certain terms I would like to discuss.”

    Spock started listing his terms. You, oddly, could get used to listening to the commander speak this much. It was monotone, yet you were calmed. His terms were understandable, and as far as you could see, you would have no problems with them. Spock stated that he was not going to resort to favoritism, and everything was to stay strictly professional on duty. Off duty, you were allowed to drop the ‘commander’ and just call him Spock. No touching unless it was absolutely necessary, and you had an allotted time to have conversations with him. He was free on certain days, but of course things could easily come up. Everything made absolute sense to you; he was a Vulcan afterall.

    “I would like to continue this discussion later,” Spock told you when lunch had ended.

    “Dinner?” You asked.

    “It seems the best option. I will see you then.”

    Dinner, however, didn’t happen. The ship was attacked, yet the captain didn’t explain who or what attacked the ship. The ship was put on red alert, and you and the other nurses prepared Med Bay for whatever could happen. Dr. McCoy ventured to the bridge to find out what was happening.

    A sudden blast sent you and the other nurses stumbling backwards. You and everyone in Med Bay knew that there would be a large amount of injuries.

    By the time that the first few patients were sent up, another hit made the Enterprise shake roughly and throw you off balance. You gripped the bed that the patient was sitting on and focused on her broken arm. The attack worried you, and you hoped it wouldn’t go on for too long.

    The ship was lurching from each terrifying blast. Your focus was wavering, but you kept working. Crew members came in with broken bones, burns, concussions, deep flesh wounds, punctured lungs, and you worked on as many as you could. Med Bay was past its full capacity now, and as debris scratched its way across the floor, the crowdedness seemed even more so. Lights started flickering after five minutes of blasts, and exposed wires would spark and cause people to jump. Med Bay was in a critical condition. The few heart monitors that worked were hooked up, and you could distantly hear the long tone and frantic nurses trying to revive the patient it was connected to.

    As debris and medical supplies flew across the room, you spent every second working. Patients were still coming in, and the blasts were relentless. One certain blast hit Med Bay and launched some medical supplies. You could hear a few screams as the sharp objects pierced the crew members; your cry was one of them. The object entered your skin at such a force that you jumped back after impact. The patient that you were helping gasped.

    Not having much time to help yourself, you shut your eyes and yanked the object out of your side. Blood slowly dripped out and soaked the surrounding blue. Quickly, you secured a piece of gauze to the wound and wiped your hands on your dress. The patient stared wide eyed as you tried to sanitize your hands and keep working.

    Finally, after what seemed like forever, the blasts stopped. You had little time to celebrate, though. There were still patients in critical conditions waiting for help. The next girl you had taken had a small metal rod lodged very close to her spine. You grimaced and called another nurse over to help you. Dr. McCoy was on the bridge, and couldn’t do surgery. Even if he was down here, the conditions wouldn’t allow it.

    “What do we do,” you whispered. The nurse stared at the girl’s back. The red dress was darker around the wound.

    “We have to take it out. We can’t wait much longer.”

    “We can’t perform surgery!”

    “We have to do something. If not, she won’t be able to move, and her body isn’t going to be able to take the pain. If we take it out, she might be paralyzed, but she’ll live.”

    You and the other nurse spent over half an hour trying to take the rod out. When it was finally taken out, the girl screamed. “I can’t--my legs!”

    You cringed. Now, all you could do was wait. You did not have enough time to say something to her before the next patient. Your side ached, but you knew it would be long before it received proper medical attention.

    By the time the Gamma shift had come to take over, there were over 100 people injured, 13 were killed, and 6 would have long-term results.

    You were tired, sweaty, and hurting. The bleeding had stopped, but it had already gone through the gauze. McCoy returned to find Med Bay a mess, and many people injured. Nurse Chapel explained what had happened. Commander Spock and the captain entered Med Bay shortly after.

    “Y’all can go now,” McCoy said. You smiled and turned to go to your cabin. You were limping slightly, you must have hurt your ankle and you had too much adrenaline to notice. Spock came up to you before you left Med Bay.

    “Leaving Medical Bay is unwise. You are injured.”

    “I have a medical kit in my room. I’ll be fine,” you replied, trying to sound upbeat.

    “Since the Medical Bay is not in optimum conditions, may I assist you with your wounds?”

    “I--I’m fine. I’ve had worse.”

    You knew this would leave a scar. You’ve had many scars from things like this. It was just a thing that happened, and you couldn’t stop it. You just wanted to get this gash stitched up quickly.

    “Let me offer you assistance to your cabin. Falling will undoubtedly cause more damage to your body.”

    “Okay,” you said hesitantly. Spock nodded and started walking at a slow pace. You kept up nicely now, but your limp was annoying you. People were scattered about the hallways, and debris could still be seen. Spock would warn you of any debris that could trip or hurt you.

    You arrived safely at your cabin, clutching your side and leaning on your good leg. The door slid open, and you found the room empty.

    “Thank you, Commander Spock.”

    “You are welcome, (y/n).”

    The door shut, and you felt your cheeks heating up at the sound of Spock calling you by your first name. Taking out the medical kit, you carefully stitched up your wound.