spohkh | Personal Log #5

[Spock gasped into consciousness and trembled at the biting cold. It took him a moment to realize that he was no longer on a metal, unforgiving examination table... but instead laying down in what felt like... snow. Fascinating.

His senses were completely off. The current date and time eluded him due to the number of occasions he had overcome to unconsciousness in the Malnosso's care...

Normally mental orientation would not be a problem...

...However, his current state of blindness left much to be desired.

He slowly stood, categorizing his physical condition, and found that his body was not cooperating as it should... he had to lean against a tree to retain balance. He ached all over. The Malnosso appeared curious towards his Vulcan physiology.... and went to great lengths to discover what they could. Spock shivered again as he recalled what they did to him. They had started with his fingers... running tests that involved pain tolerance and sense range.

They left the brain for last. Spock was successful in keeping them out of his Katra, a mental landscape containing his links...protecting what stability and bonds that he had left after his planet's devastation. However, it was his efforts in the end that now left him blind. In their enthusiasm, the Malnosso did not realize the extent of Vulcan stubbornness, so when threatening him with his eyesight did not work... they soon lost interest.

That left him in his current state.

Concentration was... difficult at the moment. There was too much pain. His Katra called out in an attempt to help him, but he did not know how successful that was. In the interim, Spock assumed that he was back in Luceti and started to walk forward... sensing the trees around him to use them for support.
He hoped someone would find him soon... He was without his uniform, and left once again in only a pair of pants. This cold was quickly becoming too much for his Vulcan biology to withstand.]

[Feel free to meet Spock wandering, blind, and cold. He's out in the woods currently, but he'll eventually make it somewhere near the village. Enjoy~]

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[Spock cannot see your smile... but he can feel it...

He allows them to walk in silence for a time... and he can soon sense his house.]

I believe we are nearing my household, it should be unlocked... though I sure that would not have been a problem.

[Spock should definitely be able to hear her smile in her words this time.]

Oh? Do you believe I have some skill in picking locks?

[Spock's own amusement is quite apparent..]

Negative, I simply believe that an individual such as yourself would allow a lock to deter her.

It seems you have a high opinion of me, then. [Oh, but she is enjoying this.]

But you are correct--I would hardly give up so easily and leave you in the cold.

[Once they're close enough, she reaches out and turns the doorknob.]

Fortunately, you remembered rightly and the door was indeed open. Shall we?

Of course. [Spock did indeed have a high opinion of Grune, she was a lovely, caring person. In this form, it only proved the depth he knew she had.

The Vulcan allowed himself to be moved into the house, noticing that it was much warmer indoors.
Good, Jim had left the heat on... but it also seemed that he was not here.]

I would ask that you lead me to my room... then I will not longer trouble you Miss Grune.

You are not troubling me, Spock. There is no need for you to be concerned.

Which direction is your room?

It is at the end of the hall, on the right. [Spock flushed a bit green ... he appreciated Grune very much at this time. He believed the correct human response would be to do something for her in return....

...He may have to do something for Grune in the New Year, regardless of whether or not she remembers.]

[A green blush? Curious. It has been some time since she has seen anything but the standard human pink.

She doesn't give him more than a brief glance, however, and keeps moving.]

Very well. We will soon be there.

[Spock does not respond... he merely leans a bit on the now very strong Grune, and allows himself to be lead...]

[And, true to her word, Grune is shortly stopping outside his door.]

There. The door is open directly in front of you.

Might I be able to provide any further assistance? I could make you a cup of tea, if you would like.

Negative Miss Grune... your assistance is greatly appreciated. [Spock starts to separate himself from her hold... but manages to clasp an hand to her shoulder, giving an affectionate squeeze.]

Thank you.

<[Unaware of the sensitivity of Vulcan hands, she places her own hand atop his and gives it a light squeeze.]

It has been my pleasure. Do not hesitate to contact me if you need anything else. Adjusting to the loss of a sense can be a long and frustrating matter, and I would be happy to ease your period of adjustment in whatever way I can.

[Spock blushes again at the electricity that bolts up his arm....This was not like touching a regular human, that was for certain.

He removes his hand gently.]

Of course... Peace and long life to you Miss Grune, until next we meet.

[That renewed blush earns him something of a curious (and amused) look, but she doesn't comment and simply returns her hand to her side.]

To you as well. I look forward to our next meeting.

[She smiles, though she knows he can't see it, and turns to leave.]

[Spock hesitates as he listens to her foot falls, leaving...]

I... I will remember you. Even when you cannot. [Spock actually does not know why he says this...

But some human part of him feels badly for Grune's situation.]

[She turns, and for the first time, her affection for him is completely open.]

Thank you, Spock. What you offer me is a gift, and I will treasure it.

[Because she, of all people, understands the importance of memory.]

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