“There are some options with regard to your leg.”
Spock looked up in surprise as he carefully got down from the exam table. “Options, Doctor?”
Leonard McCoy shrugged slightly as he studied his medical tricorder with Spock’s latest results on them. McCoy was the CMO at Starfleet Hospital in San Francisco. It was located directly beside Federation HQ.
“I was told there was nerve damage and nothing could be done.”
“There coming up with new treatments all the time, Spock. In fact, a Doctor M’Benga has extensive knowledge of the physiology of Vulcans. I would recommend making an appointment with him.”
Spock took in this information and ventured to ask, “Where is this doctor located?”
“On Vulcan at the moment,” McCoy advised. He lowered his tricorder. “How’s the pain in that leg?”
“Manageable. On cold days it gets stiff. And when I do too much walking.”
“I’ll write you a prescription that should help with that. Vulcan friendly.”
“The earliest I can plan to see M’Benga on Vulcan would be the next break between semesters at the Academy,” Spock said.
“I understand. Just think about it. It’s possible he can’t do anything, but if he can, it’s worth looking into, yeah?”
“Perhaps,“ Spock acknowledged.
Spock departed and headed for his apartment. The walk was a little longer than his typical walk to the campus, but in some ways Spock thought exercising his leg might be good for him. He’d possibly be sorry for it later.
When he made it home, just as a light drizzle began, the cat was waiting for him by the door. He appeared to want to dart out of the apartment into the drizzle, but Spock got the door closed before Bombay could make good on his escape.
“I can see how you must have gotten away from your care giver,” Spock remarked out loud as he moved into the kitchen to prepare himself tea and feed the cat.
As Spock spooned out the smelly food into a dish, the cat rubbed against his legs. He put the food down, made himself tea and a bean burrito and headed to his terminal to grade tests.
He’d only been sitting there five minutes when Bombay leapt into his lap and settled down there.
Rather than fight a losing battle where Spock made him leave only to have him return, repeat, he just allowed the furry pest to remain.
When the cat stared at him while he ate his burrito, Spock even began to share little bites with him. He made a mental note to check with the veterinary’s office to learn if anyone had come forward to claim Bombay.
Once he finished his grading, he signed into his Academy email account and found an email from Nyota.
“If you’re interested in my class on the disappearance of James Kirk, the class will be next Thursday at ten in the morning. It’s kind of a strange case and I thought you might be curious. I’m surprised you don’t know more about the details but then again you were on active duty on the Enterprise when it occurred. Attached is a picture.”
Spock clicked on the link and a very good-looking young Human male appeared on his screen. And yes, Nyota had been right. He had incredibly striking blue eyes.
Bombay uncurled from Spock’s lap and stared at the picture. Then to Spock’s surprise he raised paw and put it on the picture and meowed loud.