Park [OTA]
The Vulcan sat on a bench near the pond in the park, elbows on his knees as he allowed a duck to pluck offered bread from his fingers. His school blazer hung over the back of the bench, and his narrowed eyes sternly focused on the wildfowl.
He had heard rumors one of these animals was ill-behaved, but they all seemed quite reasonable to him. At the very least they were a reasonable distraction from his worries.
Logically, Spock knew that he should go to the clinic and be examined by Dr. McCoy. The only reason for hesitation would be emotionally based, and it would be far more productive to be assessed and confirm that there wouldn't be a repeat of the incident.
He was refraining for the moment, citing that managing those troublesome emotions took priority over any other malady that might have ailed him. As far as he was concerned (or had convinced himself), it would be an inefficient use of his time and a futile exercise in reiterating what he had already come to suspect.
On top of his uncertainty in speaking with Dr. McCoy, he might also have to give someone an... apology...
He had heard rumors one of these animals was ill-behaved, but they all seemed quite reasonable to him. At the very least they were a reasonable distraction from his worries.
Logically, Spock knew that he should go to the clinic and be examined by Dr. McCoy. The only reason for hesitation would be emotionally based, and it would be far more productive to be assessed and confirm that there wouldn't be a repeat of the incident.
He was refraining for the moment, citing that managing those troublesome emotions took priority over any other malady that might have ailed him. As far as he was concerned (or had convinced himself), it would be an inefficient use of his time and a futile exercise in reiterating what he had already come to suspect.
On top of his uncertainty in speaking with Dr. McCoy, he might also have to give someone an... apology...