Rev was discharged from Sickbay a week later, when the pain in her shoulder was nothing more than a pinch. The week had been restless and miserable for the poor Vulcan, and she had nearly begged McCoy to release her earlier so she could get back to work. He, of course, refused to do so, and had to deal with her talking for the entire week. It seemed as though she had to comment on everything, and although he was used to it (you can't be friends with Spock for too long without getting used to nonstop talking), it was a whole different level of annoying to have it interfering his Sickbay. Eventually, he had gotten Chekov to visit more often than he already was, so he could keep her company and she could talk to him instead. Chekov, knowing how much Rev liked to read, brought sixteen books and a whole boxful of ship slides for her to read, and even Spock visited every now and again to play a game or two of 3D chess.
Eventually, McCoy released her more out of sympathy to himself than because she was actually healed; she was mostly better, but if she'd been a less, well, annoying patient he might've kept her a few more days to make sure she was okay. Instead, he forced her to agree on checking in every day for the next week, to make sure everything was doing fine.
Rev was glad to be back to work, and even though she kept her emotions to a minimum, everyone aboard the ENTERPRISE could tell. That joy, however, was short lived.
Two weeks from being discharged, Rev had just finished her dinner and was heading back to her room for the night. Ensign Abbott, who roomed next door and shared a bathroom with her, had a tendency to take hour-long showers, and Rev was too tired to wait at the moment. Grabbing her toiletries, she walked to Uhura's room and knocked politely on the door.
"Rev?"
"Good evening Nyota. Could I use your bathroom to take a shower?"
Uhura nodded, letting Rev in. Rev was one of the only ones who knew about Uhura's hopeless crush on her brother, and was also the one that unemotionally broke it to her that Spock was not likely to love her back. Deep down, Rev felt bad for Uhura, but she knew Spock was much less human than she was, and that love was the last thing on his mind.
Thanking Uhura, Rev locked both bathroom doors and got into the shower.
"Gahh!"
About five minutes in, Rev fell to the floor of her shower in the ENTERPRISE, clutching her chest.
"Ahh," she hissed, shutting her eyes and clenching her jaw. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes rolling back into her head, and took a deep, deep breath. If she hadn't been expecting this exact pain (though hoping desperately it wouldn't come) for a few months now, she'd have thought it was just her bullet wound acting up. Maybe it was. Though, logically, that was impossible, since her bullet wound was in her shoulder and this pain was in her chest. Eventually, when the pain subsided a little, Rev got up and immediately stepped out of the shower, throwing on a robe without washing the soap from her hair.
"Thank you, Nyota, I'll be going now."
"Rev, you have soap--"
"I am aware of that, Lieutenant, thank you for the observation."
She left the room, and jogged down the hall. If ENTERPRISE officers thought seeing Rev Spock jogging down the hallway in a grey robe, shoeless, with soap in her hair, they didn't say anything. They did, however, stop and stare.
Once in her room, Rev rinsed the shampoo out in the sink and dried herself. Pulling on her usual black uniform pants and black undershirt, Rev flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. Placing a hand on her chest, she clenched her teeth.
