“ i told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive. ” tribbles tribbles tribbles
❛ —– oh, my god ! ❜ a breathless exclamation to herself. the laughter that once touched her lips dispensed with the memory of the smiles and gossip that was shared with christine. it was almost as if everything that had stressed her, embedded worry lines above her eyebrows, & had set her lips into a purse. just d i s a p p e a r e d. rendering her completely & utterly relaxed.
it was as if her body had a mind of its own, soft heeled steps crossed the unknown path to another section of the medical bay. a hook placed itself upon the young communications officers heart and reeled her in. closer and closer. until eyes found themselves resting upon the object in which the sound emitted from. it was loud yet soft. strumming a chord in the nerve system to render the body in the state that nyota was currently enduring with gratitude. tender hands lifted the fluff ball up. louder and louder the sound became until suddenly she placed it back where it came from. hands rubbing against her legs.
❛ .... what is it? ❜ wonder grasped her & her eyes rounded upon doctor mccoy. curiosity nipped at her heels and her hands eagerly desired to pick up the specimen and cuddle it to her chest. it is a wonder the man did not have more visitors given the pull of his current patient.