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I have put the doctor to bed.
He was drunk. I suppose that I should find his behavior reprehensible, but perhaps I have spent too much time among humans. I find myself understanding McCoy, even wishing that I could seek relief in the same manner.
Today, by my hand, Jim nearly died.
Today I nearly killed my captain and my friend.
McCoy saved us both.
He drugged the captain and prevented me from obliterating my life. The blood fever has gone but I am left with the fear that nothing will be the same.
I wish Vulcans could get drunk.