lock, stock, and FEELINGS

[dendarii]

WHO: Miles, Rincewind, other Vorsoap members + healers on hand (Ken, Duv, Lucy? etc.)
WHERE: A small hospital in De Chima
WHEN: SUPER DUPER forward-dated to the evening of 4/8. Please tag in at your leisure / as other threads play out.
WHAT: Miles and co. finally sever the magic in Lucifer's mark, courtesy of a cowardly wizard.
WARNINGS: Potentially some gory/medical descriptions.

Comments

[overanalytically]

I was uncertain if you were referring to a specific instance.

[dendarii]

Not specifically. Not this time.

[ And yet ... hadn't he been very dramatic about it? Recently? He feels like he ought to remember. ]

[overanalytically]

If you are certain ...

[dendarii]

Just so.

... On second thought, maybe I will return to my bed until it's time to go.

[overanalytically]

[ Spock looks like he might continue to speak, but he hesitates in doing so. Finally he stands from the bench, and begins to wheel Miles back inside. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles puts out a hand to stop him. ]

Speak your mind.

[overanalytically]

[ He pauses, distinctly raising a single eyebrow at him. ]

I see you have learned a common Vulcan phrase.

[dendarii]

Well - it's useful enough, isn't it?

[overanalytically]

Yet would you employ it with those other than myself?

[dendarii]

Unlikely. But we're getting off-topic.

[overanalytically]

Indeed.

[ He starts to reach for the wheelchair again. ]

[dendarii]

-- I asked you to speak your mind, Spock. Please.

[overanalytically]

[ It's several seconds before Spock speaks after Miles' request, silently pushing him back inside. ]

I would advise patience, [ he says simply (inadequately). ]

[dendarii]

With what, exactly? You're clearly thinking about something.

[overanalytically]

With your romantic affairs.

[dendarii]

There won't be any more. No patience needed.

[overanalytically]

No, Lord Vorkosigan. [ His tone is suddenly firmer, more insistent. ] I advise patience.

[dendarii]

You've lost your mind.

[ He just shakes his head, refusing to hear it. ]

[overanalytically]

I am a Vulcan. Do you truly believe I have?

[dendarii]

You can still be incredibly wrong.

[overanalytically]

I am not in this particular instance.

[dendarii]

[ Miles tone abruptly turns sharp. ]

Spare me, Commander. I don't want to hear it right now.

[overanalytically]

[ His own tone softens then, an unexpected show of sympathy. ]

Then I only request that you bear it in mind until you are ready to once again.

[dendarii]

We'll see.

[ He lapses into silence, slumped in his chair. ]

[overanalytically]

[ Spock keeps the silence as he wheels him back to his room, breaking it only once the door is partially closed behind him. ]

... Is there anything of which I may offer assistance, Lord Vorkosigan?