Title: Animal (tentative)
Pairing: Spock/Kirk (slash)
Rating: T
Author's Notes:
This is a work of fanfiction. Written without profit or ownership of characters, this story was created for entertainment purposes only.
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McCoy POV
Mr. Spock returned from their latest mission withdrawn and tighter-lipped than usual. As Mr. Scott beamed the Away Team onto the platform, the crew gasped at the state of their Captain. Though Spock had conveyed the urgency that they return to the ship, none of us were prepared for the sight of our Captain bruised and beaten. None of the Away Team was spared of injury and all needed immediate medical attention. Nurse Chapel and the other medical attendants herded the injured team into the Sick Bay. Mr. Spock and I cradled the Captain, walking him slowly to an emergency table for prompt examination.
As we placed the unconscious Captain onto the exam table, my focus was drawn to the deep gash sustained by the First Officer. His clothing was torn across the back and soaked in green blood.
"Mr. Spock, do not strain your self further. Please, take a seat. I will tend to your injuries in a moment." I watched the half-Vulcan lower him self delicately into a nearby chair. He closed his eyes which seemed to steady his labored breathing.
My attention returned to our Captain. What happened down there? We had lost communication with the Away Team for only a few hours before receiving distress calls from Mr. Spock. Captain Kirk seemed to have wounds consistent with blunt force trauma to the skull and chest. And like Spock, his shirt and flesh had been slashed by a blade or talon.
Heart pounding, I struggled to clean the Captain's wounds and reset/splint the broken bones the best I could. I hooked him up to fluids with a system similar to the antiquated IV Drip before using my scanner to ascertain the severity of Kirk's head trauma.
There was substantial intracranial pressure building up in the Captain; his brain swelled and bruised against the skull. I cursed as I gathered the tools needed to crack the skull to relieve some pressure and prevent further brain injury.
I worked on the Captain for hours before acknowledging that there was no more I could do. Unable to judge how long before the Captain would regain consciousness; I tried to make him comfortable.
I turned around to see Mr. Spock, sitting quietly and watching me cover the Captain in a thin blanket.
"Mr. Spock, may I perform an examination of your injuries?" I wondered if I would have to ask him to yield to the logic of the situation, but he nodded slowly without argument.
Spock moved to the examination table. Kirk's body was not moved to the Sick Bay because I feared moving him in such a delicate state could be detrimental to his recovery. I explained to the First Officer that I could examine him just as easily if he stood.
Mr. Spock stood quietly a moment more, eyes moving over the Captain's motionless body. Then, he turned to me and gingerly removed his shirt per my request.
After patching Spock's injuries, I ordered him to enter the healing meditation he often practiced. I maintained that I alone would observe him during this deep hypnosis. After agreeing that my suggestion was his best chance at a full and speedy recovery, Spock moved to Kirk's bedside once more.
Without taking his eyes off of the Captain, Spock spoke, "I will require space in which to lie without interruption."
I had anticipated his needs and was in the process of clearing the floor for him. The computer and workbench were pushed to a corner of the room, allowing Spock adequate accommodation to lie on the floor beside the exam table.
"Do not leave the room; do not enter a sleep state. It is imperative that one who is conscious observe each moment." Spock bowed his head as if in prayer over the body of our Captain.
I answered him quietly, "Understood."
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Expect the next chapter to be posted later today.