[ The suddenness of how it takes over is startling and Jack is glad there was at least cushioning under him. Remembering how Spock shied away from his touch before, Jack nonetheless can hardly leave him like that, a marionette with no strings so he risks grasping the Vulcan's arms and legs in turn to maneuver him into a properly horizontal position. A blanket is pulled from the nearest bed (he'll have so much apologizing to do later, to these homeowners) and Spock's covered up before Jack retreats again, hoping he's not caused more harm.
He shoulders the door back into place and ices makeshift hinges to hold it secure, returns to sit on the floor nearby the tranced Vulcan, hands fisting anxiously across the old wood of his staff as he waited. ]
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He shoulders the door back into place and ices makeshift hinges to hold it secure, returns to sit on the floor nearby the tranced Vulcan, hands fisting anxiously across the old wood of his staff as he waited. ]