Cushion
An on the spot chat challenge
By Gumnut
20 Mar 2004
It was in an awkward position.
A very awkward position.
Of course, it was comfortable to a certain extent, and he really couldn't fault Spock for positioning him there, but it was awkward.
It never really helped an officer when his captain managed to get himself shot. So okay, the guy had held the gun up in warning, he had babbled something at him rather loudly, but how was he supposed to know he had just stepped on the chief's favourite pet? For goodness sake, it looked like a cockroach. Hmmm, crunched like a cockroach when you stepped on it too.
He wriggled, desperately trying to get comfortable. Spock looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. Kirk froze. He didn't want to appear ungrateful after all.
"Captain, are you comfortable?"
"Fine, Spock, fine." He swallowed and managed a smile of reassurance. "Bones, on his way?"
"Doctor McCoy will be here as soon as humanly possible, of that I am sure, Captain."
Hmmm, well, here's a vote for the non-humanly possible contingent.
He twisted his neck again, unconsciously, and was startled when Spock touched his arm.
"Do not worry, Jim, all will be well."
Kirk looked up at his first officer and didn't know whether to laugh or just grab his phaser and obliterate himself out of his own misery.
"Spock, I'm fine. Nothing a quick spin with one of Bones' medical contraptions won't fix."
Spock arched another eyebrow, obviously suspicious as to the truth of Kirk's statement.
Kirk knew he was lying through his teeth. Well, sort of.
He was going to be fine.
But how do you tell your best friend who has just gone out of his way to save your life, that the care he is giving you, the support...
How do you tell your friend that his legs are so bony that if you use them for a cushion any longer, you might be permanently paralysed from the neck down?
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