#t; fever.

[pointyxearedbastard-a]

fingers trembling, the vulcan’s shoulders wane in his dying breath. he hadn’t meant to do it, not so forcefully. not so angrily. the remnants of his soup, slick all over the floor and the wall. and the silence then, is deafening; Spock, turned away in what looks like shame, ❝ leave. ❞

@anotherdayinthefleet