Logic in Paroxysms (Spock Fanfiction - Star Trek)

Chapter III - For Once, Just Trust a Doctor!

Chapter III - For Once, Just Trust a Doctor!

This night, I could barely get any sleep. Absolutely everything in my life seemed fine, up until I was lying in bed with the lights turned off, and suddenly out of nowhere the nighttime anxieties struck. It was completely irrational. This was something I knew consciously, considering there was absolutely no reason to worry about the minor mishaps life had to offer.

The room seemed awfully hot all of a sudden, giving me the illusion I didn't have enough air to breathe. Jumping out of the bed, I flung the stainless steel window open, being hit by a gust of wind from the cool September night. I stared up at the moon, the uninhabited planet reflecting a bright silver light into the dark abyss of the universe. The idea of planet alignment affecting human behaviour had always been a solace to me. It suggested there was indeed a pattern that rationalised our everyday decisions and 'unpredictable' events.

At this point, I wasn't even sure if I got a little bit of sleep, at least physically, whilst my mind had been awake. By the darkness of the sky, I hypothesised it was around 0300 hours. No sane person, with responsibilities in the morning, should have been awake at this time of night. I chuckled slightly at the thought, I most certainly was not a 'sane' person. Sometimes I wondered to myself if I was actually a person.

A loud laughter, and crash of a beer bottle coming from cadets returning home from a night out, ripped me out of my thoughts. If I wanted to function in 6 hours' time, something had to be done. Then remembering what my father used to tell me as a teenager when I called him up during a mission at an ungodly hour, occasionally my inability to fall asleep was due to a lack of physical exhaustion. Could some yoga or stretching do the trick, I wondered, as I got into a tree position. I felt a little foolish, but at this point I willing to try anything that would help me fall asleep, my mind was exhausted from staying awake too long.

Following the light exercises, I fell asleep after quite a while. Only to be woken up by the alarm on my PADD, after what seemed to be a few hours later. I did not feel that great, but still forced myself out of bed. I couldn't afford to miss the second day of class. First impressions matter, not matter what anybody says, and it would be dreadful for my new professors to think I was incapable of succeeding in my academics, simply from my lack of attendance.

Today I rushed, and did a terrible job at trying to cover the dark circles under my eyes. That and my slightly swollen eyes gave away my rough night, however I found a solution, deciding to wear my glasses, that gave the illusion I was fully present in the real world. Instead of making myself a healthy breakfast that would keep me energised for the day, I simply grabbed a chocolate croissant with some peppermint tea as I headed to class. At the very least, I was punctual to Professor Spock's lesson. Today I wouldn't have been able to handle a lecture from him.

"Geez, Thia.." mumbled Nyota to me, joining me in the first row, "Don't you look... well rested."

I simply nodded, "My usual sleeping issues."

"Oh I'm sorry. But this isn't the first time I've seen you like this, I would really not want you to repeat what you went through last year." Said Nyota, her brows furrowed in worry. Yeah, me neither Nyota, me neither, I thought to myself, but was only able to manage sending her a sweet smile.

In class, I tried to focus as much as I could, but found myself zoning out the majority of the time. My perfected cursive handwriting resembled something of a chicken scratch, ruining the consistency of my notebook's aesthetic. Although never mind that, hopefully that what I was writing down could be made sense of later.

Even Kirk seemed to register that I was out of it today, he didn't attempt to converse with me, annoy me, or even send looks my way. Halfway through the lecture, my mind went to a standstill, followed by my body as well. I was staring at one area, not acknowledging how appropriate or not that was, letting the ink drip off of my pen splattering the desk in green. That was when I noticed how perfectly symmetrical the Commanders features were. Although I had never attempted to draw a Vulcan before, only humans, I had an uncanny desire to do so now.