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[T'Pol's still in the infirmary. She's been having a pretty hard time with it, not that she'd say so. But there are plenty of little clues. Like the way she's tossing and turning in bed. Vulcans don't usually dream. Thus, no tossing and turning. But she's just about managed to kick off the covers, before waking with a very short, very sharp gasp. Nightmares are not logical or natural and she's sitting straight up in bed, clutching her IDIC.]

(((It's the anniversary of her daughter's death and she gets shitty dreams. :< Hard times, T'Pol. Anyone in the infirmary's welcome, multiple threads are rad, etc etc. <3)))

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"I know. You don't want anything to eat. But I meant like a book or something." [Peter paused for a moment.] "I'm pretty good at listening too."

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A book would be appreciated, [She said after a brief pause. It was a silent debate whether or not she wanted to s hare the story again, one she wasn't particularly sure of either way. She didn't know Peter very well, other than the fact that he always seemed pleasant.]

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[Peter nodded slightly, like he didn't expect anything else.] "Which one? Or should I surprise you?

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I have no preference. [Surprises usually suck, but every now and then, it's awesome.]