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By the time Spock stopped her in the hallway that afternoon, La’an’s headache had progressed to a throbbing, percussive beat behind her left eye. She had just resigned herself to heading to sickbay when she heard her name.
She hoped, desperately, that this one conversation could just be normal. Vulcans didn’t celebrate birthdays either, did they?
“Yes?”
“I was informed that today is your birthday.”
God dammit.
“No.” It came out more forcefully than intended, more forcefully than Spock deserved for what was doubtless a well-intentioned attempt at friendliness. She just couldn’t make herself care anymore.
Spock’s brow creased. “According to your personnel file—”
La’an held up one hand, the other massaging her neck in a vain attempt at easing the pain. “No, I will lose what’s left of my mind if one more person mentions my bloody birthday. Not no, it isn’t my birthday.”
Spock, mercifully, did not press for further details. “Very well.” He moved to walk around her, then stopped. “You may wish to see Dr. M’Benga for the pain in your head.”
Feeling a bit like someone had driven the business end of a mek’leth into her skull, La’an just sighed. “Thank you. I’ll do that.”
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