Angst please
Put an ‘Angst please.’ in my ask and I’ll generate a number 1-108. My muse has poisoned themselves (accident), becoming very ill while alone with your muse.
It was unknown to the crew that the newly discovered planet held a fruit that was harmless to humans but quite virulent to Vulcans. After one taste of the fruit, of course after looking at the tricorder readings, it took hours to fully present the danger in Spock’s system.
He was completely alone with Thatcher, reading off what his tricorder was picking up. Within seconds, he was using a nearby rock to support himself, automatically becoming weak, his heart beat rapidly slowing to a regular pace for humans but dangerous for Vulcans. Raising his arm, he coughed into his hand, pulling it away to see green blood covering his palm.













