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[the video clip clicks on to a sideways angle of Kirk's face. he's holding the communicator up, but it's less to show what's going on and more so that he can speak into it. he's crouched down, though, and you can almost see what's going on.

he's facing a figure and from the sharp cut of his black hair you can tell it's Spock next to him with his head bowed forward, collapsed and kneeling with both of his hands on the wall. Jim's eyes are wide with worry and tension, half bent forward with one hand on the other man's back.]

——are two. Anger... More than... more than...

Come on, Spock, stay with me buddy——

I need medical assistance to the ninth floor hallway of the passenger decks, and I need it now!

[Jim's voice is authoritative and clipped, leaving no room for argument and making it clear this is a crisis situation. if he was going to say something else, he's completely derailed when Spock starts slumping to the left.]

Spock!

[Kirk drops his communicator next to his knee and scrambles forward, grabbing at the Vulcan's broad shoulders and moving so that he ends up half sprawled with his head in Jim's lap.]

Bones, I need you!

[his voice is raised at the communicator he can no longer reach; it isn't panic, but it's definite distress. honestly, he doesn't care which doctor gets here first, as long as someone hustles their ass up here.]

[ooc: Kirk & Spock c: anyone from the Enterprise can assume they knew that Spock was going to mind meld with the ship but nobody else will have known! also this is open to action.]

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We weren't really expecting anything, I don't know what went wrong.

What were you doing? [ Not accusing, just calmly asking. ]

Spock was- attempting to psychically access the ship. There must have been some kind of backlash...

[and he sounds both irritated and confused, because they'd all but come to the conclusion that the ship wasn't sentient. so what the hell was going on?]

[ Aragorn blinks, and he almost stumbles before he finds his balance and keeps going. He tried to- ]

For what purpose? [ A pause. Then- ] I do not know of how much aid my skills will be to him, but I am nearing the ninth floor.

You know more than I do about medicine.

[which is honest and an open invitation to yes god please get your ass up here.]

[ Aragorn quickens his steps, and he swings around another corner before he spots the distinctive figure of Kirk- and Spock, prostrate at his feet, in a manner that seems completely alien to the Vulcan. Aragorn practically runs towards him, falling down to his knees besides his new patient.

Strange, that those who takes leadership on this ship have come to so much harm. He reaches out, and presses two fingers below Spock's chin- then he pauses. Watson had said- his hand moves down, down, all the way down, to splay against Spock's ribs. Then below it. ]

'Tis a strange place to have a heart. [ A little dry, then he looks at Kirk. ]

Will you tell me how he came by this way, Captain, now that there are no listening ears?

[Jim laughs a little because, well, it is a strange place to anyone who isn't a Vulcan. and Aragorn certainly doesn't have experience with alien races, he konws that much.]

Vulcans- Spock's race- they're touch telepaths. He can touch things and share thoughts with them, if they have any thoughts to share. After something we saw on the network, we thought we might give it a shot on the ship.

[ Aragorn takes in a sharp, quick breath, his eyes darting towards Spock. Like Galadriel, he thinks; like the Lady of the Golden Wood, to be able to see into the hearts of Men and Dwarves and Elves alike. A whole race of people so powerful, and Aragorn can only be glad that Spock has no evil intentions.

He looks at Kirk for a moment. ]

'Tis better if you hold him up. If he knows the minds of others, your touch should give him comfort.

[ With that, he slips his hand into his pouch and starts taking out more athelas. ]

[Jim pauses, gaze locking briefly with Aragorn's; he could almost laugh at the idea, because Spock is such a private creature, because once upon a time the idea of Spock and Jim working alongside was laughable, nevermind being a comfort to one another.]

Don't him hear you say that.

[Jim says, perhaps using levity to calm his own nerves. nevertheless, he wets his lips before he shifts to do as Aragorn has told him.]

[ Aragorn's eyes flicker towards Kirk for a moment, and he wonders what the story is between this Captain and his right hand. If he has been told, Aragorn would say that a soldier whose loyalty is earned after adversity will be the most valued, for the Captain knows he has earned it.

But he does not, and now he only pulls off both gloves. The vembraces look stark against his skin, but Aragorn does not notice - instead, he crushes the leaves between his fingers, letting the scent of it reach Spock's nose and at the same time pressing his free hand over the Vulcan's forehead and sending a shot of healing energy into him.

And he watches him for movements of his eyes. When he speaks, it is louder than normal- an urging to Spock even as he addresses Kirk. ]

If he does not wake, I will bring him to the healing house- the medbay. [ He lifts his eyes and flickers a small smile at Kirk. ] But his vitals are steady. I do not think he is in great danger currently.

[the response is minimal at best, though Jim watches with eyes like a hawk as Aragorn works his healing. those athelas, and that press of magic, had worked on Jim like a dowsing of cold water. he wasn't sure whether to be concerned when Spock didn't really respond.

still, he glances back up to the king.]

I hope you're right.

[ The lack of response worries him as well, but as a healer Aragorn knows that a steady hand and a steady voice is necessary no matter the situation, for a panicked healer will cause much more harm to those around the ill patient than the patient himself.

At the moment, he slips athelas back into his pouch. Slides one hand underneath Spock's neck, the other underneath his knees. He has his full Dunedain strength back to him now, the blood of the Elves giving him more strength than any normal man, and Aragorn can rock back on his knees and carry him upwards without stumbling. ]

Have faith, Captain. [ Softly. Then he nods towards the hallway that leads towards the medbay. ] Lead the way.

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... can he join the thread with watson up there :>?

yes that would be lovely!!

i clearly have too many goddamn things going on i mean CAN I ACTION?

yes he will just have to get his butt down here instead

action! he got his butt down

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wow that was the best typo

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