Trapped six feet under

Chapter 13: Earlier

Their ride to the hospital was a circular one. Large and ride. The windows were all around the vehicle going in a straight line that curved at the front. The windows were a dark shade of blue giving some level of privacy. Spock and McCoy were set side by side, holding hands, tightly. McCoy felt emotional comfort,affectionate, and caring feelings channeling through the link. He was being pampered by the image of Spock hugging the doctor. McCoy relaxed with the image within his head. Ohalis was speaking but the Vulcan paid no heed to it as he focused on the doctors well being. Kirk listened, nodding every once in awhile, regarding the political argument that mattered heavily to a federation matter. McCoy leaned against the Vulcan's shoulder unexpectedly wrapping his arms around the Vulcan's arm once letting go of Spock's green hand. They were stuck like that for the entire duration of the ride.

"And here we are," Ohalis said, once the vehicle came to a stop. "The Dekov Saint Hospital."

"Ashayam," Spock said, gently placing a hand on the slightly shorter human's shoulder. "we have arrived."

"Wow," Kirk said. "absolutely beautiful." Spock looked up toward the building.

"Quite a admiring hospital, Chancellor," Spock said.

"Thank you," Ohalis said, proudly. McCoy looked over.

"Stunnin'," McCoy said, observing the building. "I am amazed, how did y'all get this done in five years from a old military facility that only treated military personnel?" he looked over in the direction of the Fa-tuki. "Given with construction plans, designing plans, and the actual construction on Fa-tuki . . . I thought it would have taken close to a decade."

Ohalis returned with a wide, sly smile.

"Will power and love," Ohalis said. "all that it takes." Ohalis pressed a button alongside him.

The doors flew open before the four men. Fresh, contentful new air entered the car with a nice scent to it.

Spock was the first one to exit. Spock helped the doctor out with a hand. He had no ill will toward the doctor for turning him down. He understood, yet, it made him feel as though he had asked too early in their relationship. McCoy looked up toward the commander as the reply, I will wait until you're ready to ask again, doctor. McCoy was touched by what the Vulcan had told him telepathically. Spock stepped aside allowing the human out. Spock's fingers let go of McCoy's hand yet he grazed his two fingers down the doctor's main two fingers. If he was waiting for another ten years, Spock was going to court him all the way there while at it. McCoy smiled at the thought. McCoy noticed once being to Spock's side that there were patrol cars set nearby the rounded vehicle. Agents in dark, simpler attire, that was more of suits than anything with their hands clasped together in front and wore sun glasses. It was a great improvement in fashion for the Fa-tukie civilization. There were other nationalities on the planet, some native, and some not native to the planet living there under a planetary green card. The equivalent of a visa. McCoy saw the building design was rounded a bit like a saucer design normally reported by humans in the early 21st century. Ohalis security detail surrounded them except for a open space in front of them.

"This way," Ohalis said, then started to lead the way.

"Where did you get the design idea?" Kirk asked, as they followed him away from the vehicle

"The USS Enterprise center," Ohalis said. "seemed like a obvious choice. We like the aesthetic."

"On second thought," McCoy said. "I change my mind about how the thin' looks." Spock was silent, carefully, observing his surroundings.

"Many of the medical professionals who over saw the design plans highly liked it," Ohalis said.

"The Enterprise is not a exact role model for building designs," Kirk said. "it's not really a circle. It's a oval."

"So?" Ohalis said. "We don't care." At least that hadn't changed about the Fa-tukie perception on shapes.

McCoy shook his head.

"There are better designs that ya could have chosen," McCoy said. "so many rounded corners that ya can get lost easily. It's probably like a another section of the Bermuda Triangle inside that buildin', I don't mean to be offensive, but the idea is great just not . . . Ya know, I can see parts of the Enterprise here and there. . . but ya didn't have to put us on such a high degree for helpin' ya."

"It is our thanks," Ohalis said.

"You accomplished this, Chancellor," Kirk said, sending a sharp glare in McCoy's direction.

"Yes," Ohalis said. "it is the most secure hospital on this continent. Better than anywhere else."

"Really?" Kirk asked, interested. "Why is it that way?"

"It takes longer to reach various parts of society," Ohalis explained, as the doors automatically opened. "a few prefer to use currency and hold up technological advancement for medicine, science, and education that would be greatly needed. I am still ironing out those issues that would let us continued stay in the federation. Some prefer to live the old fashioned way, no square sets with entertainment, no light fixtures powered by green energy, no refrigerators, or ipadds. Some just communicate just fine with the dark bird of messaging. They use bird feathers to write."

"That's just wron' to do on birds," McCoy said.

"Relax, doctor, they use their own birds," Spock said.

"It's the law for those kind of people. We do not need animal cruelty be practiced. . ." Ohalis came to the fork in the path then turned toward the three men. "doctor, your mother is on floor seventeen, room 893 B," he turned in the direction of the captain. "the doctors and paperwork are awaiting your arrival, captain. There is paperwork that will take a hour of your time."

"Oh, paperwork," Kirk said. The captain smiled. "I love paperwork."

"Which way do we go?" Spock asked.

"That way leads to the elevator with access to the side of the facility your mother is in," Ohalis said, gesturing toward the right with his long yet wrinkled dark blue finger that had pointy, sharp fingernails. The chancellor lowered his hand toward his side turning his attention on toward the officers."the buttons have numbers that you are keenly familiar to. Good luck."