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"The fact that you respond with the fact you have indeed been studying the wrong practice, finds my argument valid." The dark eyed Vulcan answered and clucked his tongue only just slightly, watching Bones continue to do - what he called - work. It was more like theatrics in the eyes of the pointy eared half breed. "Should you not make the incision a degree to the left of the patient Doctor?" he asked, he had tried to refrain from getting his opinions across but.....oh who would believe that? Of course he wasn't trying to hold back on his opinions. Spock was a proud Vulcan, and believed that his intellect surpassed that of any human, his opinions were always valid, and more to the point - correct.
"I cannot keep my opinions to myself Doctor, I have the right to put voice to what it is I am thinking." The Vulcan answered, shaking his head a little, his tone taking on the barest trace of attitude, it was noticeable for a Vulcan anyway. At the glare Bones gave him, Spock rose both eyebrows and took a step back. It was that point that Bones snapped at him to get the anti toxins and the Vulcan retrieved it swiftly, his heart rate quickening the slightest bit. He watched as Bones operated and then the patient seemed to be fine
"I am merely trying to help. Giving you the correct information. I am sorry Doctor, but your methods are inadequate." A ghost of a smirk played on the Vulcan's thin lips and he raised his chin a little, oh he looked might cocky at that point, considering if he hadn't been there to offer his assistance, the patient could have died.