He was impatient during the entire short ride in the turbolift, though it was known only to Nyota through their contact, and once they came to the medical division he kept a brisk pace all the way to the room. He didn't need directions to know where he was going--making sharp turns around the corners, barely waiting for the double pocket doors to part for him. His hand was tight around Nyota's as he walked, following the hum at the forefront of his mind now.
The feedback of the ache and the swell of longing pain grew with each step he took against the hard floor, but so did the tug, the pull, the pure insistence. Yet he knew it was not first hand. Spock could think outside of it just like any other bothersome pain.
He saw his counterpart, and the doctor, and demanded at once as he stepped forward to the bedside and looked down at Pike. "Status report."
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Date: 2009-09-12 02:09 am (UTC)The feedback of the ache and the swell of longing pain grew with each step he took against the hard floor, but so did the tug, the pull, the pure insistence. Yet he knew it was not first hand. Spock could think outside of it just like any other bothersome pain.
He saw his counterpart, and the doctor, and demanded at once as he stepped forward to the bedside and looked down at Pike. "Status report."