captain's log | 013 | video

[goldshirt]

[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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starfleet encryptions 100%

[anthropos]

Acknowledged. Data out.

[ OOC: Would love to~ ]

action!!!

[goldshirt]

[it seems that most of the Enterprise turns up in medical when all is said and done, and Jim is eventually shuffled to the back half out of necessity for the doctors to do their thing and half gentle hassling from everyone else.

this wasn't his area of expertise, but it didn't stop the concern from rumbling under his skin.

he's in the corner of the room as the doctors run their diagnostics, one arm folded across his chest and the other with knuckles pressed to his mouth]

[anthropos]

[ Data lends his advice for a short moment, making updates into the computer, though what he recalls of Vulcan physiology is only what is necessary in regard to his station, and by no means includes a full medical record. McCoy is still the expert on the species here, even if his alternate version would have been far more experienced. Still, the probability of success as a result is noteable, simply because the correct doctor is treating the correct patient.

James Kirk, he observes, seems very young in this situation. Childishly concerned, almost, and though Data is certain there must be psychological reasons for that, he does not know sufficient details about the anomalies of the alternate universe from which he is from. It seems unlikely that records of Kirk's risk taking and unshaking confidence are false, after all.

He steps closer to the Captain, considering his responses. ]

Vulcans are notorious for their tenacity, Captain.

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[Jim looks up only when he's addressed, though whether that's because he didn't notice the officer until that moment or not is hard to tell. he stares for a moment, eyes wide, before he seems to mentally catch up to what's happening and his arms unfold.]

Yeah I've been getting that impression. [he almost succeeds in making it sound like he's not concerned.]