Okay, so this is my first-ever post on FanFiction! It's not impressive, being only a little blurb, but if I get reviews, I will add on! I only need one positive review. So read!

Mental anarchy, loss of control, terror, fear...

How much longer can I endure this? How long before I lose my mind?

Spock had no idea as to how long he had been there, in that unfamiliar place, mind consumed by the raging sahriv, the storm surrounding it. He retreated into the deeper recesses of his mind to escape the madness. He had lost control of his emotions, and he could only prevent himself from crushing the windpipe of more than a few annoyances in his life. The incessant teasing from... who? Who teased him? Spock could not remember. He felt his normally nearly flawless logic slipping away, his memory fading. He felt disoriented, confused, dazed. He had lost himself in an unending sea of emotion, seemingly eternally to be kept in this state.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

"Come in."

A man with blond hair, and a noticeable lack-of-smirk walked in, gold tunic wrinkling and smoothing itself as he walked.

"Spock..."

"Captain, I... apologize for my behavior earlier. I trust that-"

Jim glared at Spock.

"Spock, I'm a little more concerned about your well-being than your behavior. We will discuss that later. We are going to sickbay. Get up."

"Captain, I-"

"That's an order, Mr. Spock."

Spock gave a small sigh.

"Yes, sir."

Jim grabbed Spock's arm and led him to Sickbay. Spock stumbled on his way out of his quarters, almost falling, Jim catching him before he could hit the deck.
"Whoa, Spock, you okay?"
"I am quite alright," Spock passed out, Jim slipping an arm under Spock's knees, the other under his back. Jim promptly ran to Sickbay, setting Spock on a biobed and pounding on the door to Bones's office.
"Bones! Get out here, now!"
Doctor McCoy staggered out of his office, massaging his temples.
"Alright, alright no need to beat my door down, now what is it, Jimboy?"
"Oh, just shut up Bones. Something's wrong with Spock."
Spock opened his eyes slowly, taking in his surroundings. He was in sickbay on a biobed, apparently. He had been unconscious for approximately 6 minutes, 33.62 seconds. He heard Doctor McCoy and Captain Kirk talking to each other nearby. Apparently, Jim was attempting to alert the doctor to his need for attention. Not wishing to be treated, Spock rose from the bed, and collapsed with a thud.
"Spock!"
Kirk and McCoy cried out simultaneously, both concerned about the welfare of their fellow officer, and friend.
"Nurse Chapel! I need 4 cc's of cordrazine, now!"

"Yes, sir."

Kirk and McCoy both slipped an arm under one of Spock's and lifted him to the bed. Nurse Chapel walked in, concern obvious on her face, with a hypospray filled with 4 cc's of cordrazine.

"Doctor."

Nurse Chapel handed the hypo to McCoy and stepped back slightly, gazing at Spock and wringing her hands.