– a sharp spike of pain as his mind was invaded… a ruthless presences scraping across his memories… shoved against the wall of that twisted sickbay, with Spock’s looming presence an overpowering terror…
“I said leave me alone!”
He’s backed up against his own desk, and when Spock opens his mouth to speak, Leonard cuts him off, not wanting to do this here – not with his heart beating so hard he can hear it, his hands shaking themselves to pieces, and memories of a similar encounter screeching across his mind.
“I’ll swing by your quarters later, alright? But only if you leave.” Leonard glances around the sickbay, fear and self-loathing washing over him, making the shake in his voice painfully evident. “I can’t – I just can’t do this here.”
Spock’s expression has become perfectly neutral – more so than normal, even, and Leonard flinches at the sound of his voice, even though it is perfectly toneless. “21:00. I hope –” Spock pauses, as though unsure of what to say, and Leonard bites his lip at the hesitance. “I shall – adjust the room temperature to a mutual comfort level.”