Spock sat by his mother's bedside, holding her small, cold wasted hand in both his own, as though he could somehow transfer some of his strength to her by doing so.
The room was bathed in sunlight, and the monitoring devices were subdued, non-intrusive. As Spock watched his mother, her lips parted, and she spoke. Barely more than a breath escaped. A breath that was a name. "Sarek?"
She had been calling his father's name for hours, and the sound of it wrenched Spock's life as nothing in his life ever had. "I am here, Mother, I am here. Spock... I'm here with you, Mother." She opened her eyes again, stared vacantly at him. Fretfully, she tugged her hand away from his.
"Sarek?" she murmured, turning her head on the pillow, seeking someone who wasn't there......Continua