hot as a fever, rattling bones - for unqualified_dr - NSFW
Things had been rather quiet around Spock's room (almost too quiet, after the incident with Uhura), but inside, Spock was not doing near as well as he should be at this stage. When he sedated himself, he simply slept for an hour or two and then the adrenaline overrode it, nulling the effects. The mood stabilizer did not do much, either, though there was not much for him to get emotional over besides the pure irritation with himself.
He gave up on meditation for the ninth time that day when he realized he was shaking. He stumbled to his bed, curling up on top of the covers, trying to get his body under control. He had been losing slots of time, now, waking up with things in disarray and sometimes broken; he wondered if he had been too overconfident in deciding to try this.
He ended up with his arms curled around himself, mentally cursing his Vulcan heritage.
He gave up on meditation for the ninth time that day when he realized he was shaking. He stumbled to his bed, curling up on top of the covers, trying to get his body under control. He had been losing slots of time, now, waking up with things in disarray and sometimes broken; he wondered if he had been too overconfident in deciding to try this.
He ended up with his arms curled around himself, mentally cursing his Vulcan heritage.