[ Even were Spock so inclined as to accept a relative stranger's blood, they are unlikely to have the opportunity for him to drink it until they are far from this enemy stronghold. Spock spits again, leaving green blood dripping down his chin, but this time he manages to clear his mouth and throat enough to gasp out thick, wet words. ]
I will manage.
[ A moment where it seems as though that is not the case, and then, grimacing, Spock straightens and steadies on his feet. ]
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I will manage.
[ A moment where it seems as though that is not the case, and then, grimacing, Spock straightens and steadies on his feet. ]