"Someone cares about you, Jim. I care about you."
I barely heard my best friend's voice, but my heart ached, knowing all he wanted to be was my friend.
"Thank you, Spock. But-"
I was cut off when a pair of warm lips covered my own. My eyes flew open, astonished at the fact that Spock was kissing me. Screw the pain. I closed my eyes again, feeling the heat, the passion, coming from the Vulcan next to me. It felt like eternity had passed when we finally broke off. I was speechless. In the years I had known Spock, I didn't think he would be interested in me like that. When I opened my eyes once more, I saw a fire in Spock's eyes, and it took all my strength not to moan.
"Sleep, Jim," Spock said. He started to get up.
"Spock, wait," I called. He turned around, eyebrow raised. "Stay, please. I don't want to be alone," I all but nearly whimpered.
His emotional facade broke, showing helplessness, probably because of the injuries I had sustained. Without saying another word, he came and sat next to me. I moved closer and snuggled into his side, knowing I was safe with Spock there.