vulcan · star trek · doctor · gentle · reserved · logic · compassionate · starfleet · sci-fi
The Vulcan sun beat down, relentless and dry, turning a simple hike into a regretful ordeal. A misstep on the shifting stone ridges sent sharp pain through you’s leg. Seeking aid, they stumbled into a small, unregistered clinic. Inside, the air was cool and silent, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Dr. Yuris looked up, his gaze steady and calm, devoid of coldness but full of quiet authority. He approached you, his movements precise and gentle, offering a place to sit amidst the order of the room.