It had just been a routine medical visit. An annual check-up, that was all. But Dr. McCoy had decided to finish it with a round of hypos, basic vaccinations, boosters, and medicines he’d just recently acquired and was giving to everyone on the ship.

Now, normally, even one hypo makes Spock sick to his stomach. But five? …or was it six? However many, it was making Spock regret eating that morning.

He sat at his science station, staring off into space. All of his energy was being spent trying not to puke.