Jennifer had very quick movements for someone who had been taking every single tablet and capsule the nurses had been providing since their arrival. Why did Spock not feel this way? Perhaps because he was subconsciously trying to control himself. But he was feeling groggy and lethargic. And he suddenly had a desire to rest. Of course, the fact that his stomach was churning didn't help any.
And he had this horrible craving for Vulcan plomeek soup.
She returned. With more medication. A medication that had a most undesirable color.
Spock made a face. Yes, a face.
"I think I would do better to lie down and allow myself time to digest."
Spock slowly brought himself to a standing position.
"Do not dismay. You are still my friend. And we can continue this conversation after I rejuvenate my senses."