[He wonders if this is what Vulcans feel like all the time: tired, and utterly fed up with everyone and their bloody emotions. But that's irritation, isn't it, that's an emotion, and Vulcans don't feel emotions, so perhaps not. Perhaps they're just serene and superior constantly-- well, bully for them. Julian's no Vulcan; Julian's at his rope's end after only a week.
Some couple had been fighting, and their combined emotional outbursts had ended up cracking the walls in their apartment. Not a big deal, except this was an apartment that had already endured a lot of abuse-- and this was the final straw. The walls buckled, cracked, crumbled; seven people were injured. And who had to deal with it? Not them, no, just him-- Julian Bashir, medic.
Not that he minds helping the injured. But he rather wishes the two idiots who caused the mess would at least help clean it up.
Right now he's helping straighten out a broken arm, working with medical equipment that's hopelessly outdated.]
Julian Bashir | Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
[He wonders if this is what Vulcans feel like all the time: tired, and utterly fed up with everyone and their bloody emotions. But that's irritation, isn't it, that's an emotion, and Vulcans don't feel emotions, so perhaps not. Perhaps they're just serene and superior constantly-- well, bully for them. Julian's no Vulcan; Julian's at his rope's end after only a week.
Some couple had been fighting, and their combined emotional outbursts had ended up cracking the walls in their apartment. Not a big deal, except this was an apartment that had already endured a lot of abuse-- and this was the final straw. The walls buckled, cracked, crumbled; seven people were injured. And who had to deal with it? Not them, no, just him-- Julian Bashir, medic.
Not that he minds helping the injured. But he rather wishes the two idiots who caused the mess would at least help clean it up.
Right now he's helping straighten out a broken arm, working with medical equipment that's hopelessly outdated.]