As it was requested so nicely I thought I would quickly bang this out for you.
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Kirk sat back groaning, shifting his weight on the uncomfortable sofa in his small apartment, he rubbed his eyes and quickly scrawled his signature across the bottom of yet another repair estimate for the Enterprise. He winced, sighed, then rubbed the back of his neck as he threw the pad down onto the coffee table in front of him, it hit two others scattering the small pile apart.
He sighed again, willing the throbbing in his temples to go away. It was the one condition he'd had to agree to so that he would finally be released from the medical facility, in fact Bones had made him promise that he would do no work whatsoever, he glanced guiltily at the pile of pads in front of him...he wasn't in uniform, that had to count for something, right? He looked down at the grey tracksuit bottoms and Starfleet Academy t-shirt he was wearing for his 'quiet night in'. He took a deep breath, laying his head on the back of the sofa; he was rewarded with a disapproving throb.
He should be over this by now, he'd spent two weeks unconscious and a further week confined to the bed before Bones had even entertained the idea of releasing him. Kirk had begged, resorting to looking as pathetic as possible before the doctor had finally relented and sent him back to his apartment for recuperation, signed off on sick leave.
He eyed the bottle of red pain pills sitting innocently on the edge of the table, he didn't like them they made his head go all fuzzy, like he'd been drinking with none of the fun that went with it.
Bones had commented this morning on another one of his 'impromptu' visits "Y'know you're supposed to take them not use them for decoration".
Kirk shifted and finally gave in, he grabbed the bottle, shaking one pill out into his hand then headed for the kitchen. His head gave another throb as he poured himself a glass of water, maybe some fresh air would help.
He headed to the balcony, breathing the fresh air deeply as he surveyed the bay in front of him and downed the pill and water in one go, he then leant forward onto the railing allowing the empty glass to hang loosly in his fingers.
In the distance he could just make out the shuttle crafts and construction vehicles still removing sections of the crashed USS Vengeance from the city. It had been over three weeks and it still looked a mess, he sighed, they'd cut it very close this time but since when had anything been easy for them. He blinked at the maudlin thoughts and recognised the fuzziness creeping into his mind, the red pill was starting to work it's magic. Maybe one more report then bed, he re-entered his apartment checking the clock on the wall, 8:27pm wow, the great James T. Kirk thinking of going to bed before 9, he was a real party animal.
He flopped back down on the sofa and grabbed a random report pad from the pile, he glanced at it then quickly tossed it back down, Montgomery Scott was a fantastic engineer but his report writing skills left a lot to be desired. They were always twice the length they needed to be as he went off on random unrelated tangents and included way more detail than was needed. He'd look at that one tomorrow, he put it to the bottom of the pile. He sifted through, he was sure he'd seen one with Bones' name on, the doctor hated writing reports as much as Jim did so they were always straight to the point with only the basic information (unless he was bragging about some cure only he had been able to synthesise, at that point Kirk delegated the report to Spock for translation, there had to be some perks for being the Captain after all)
He located the pad he wanted and began scanning through, initialling where it was needed as it listed equipment used in the last mission, suggestions for replacements, recommendations and finally the part Kirk was dreading...injuries. He sighed; he'd already had to write the condolence messages to the families of the crew that had been lost he hated loosing people.
He got to the end of the report and noted with a small amount of vindictive pleasure the injuries that McCoy had treated on Khan before the man was stable enough for the blood transfusion that had saved Jim's life. He scrolled further and stopped as Spock's name came up, when did that happen? Kirk was sure his friend had been fine when he was kneeling outside the core (though Jim's memories were a little hazy) in the hospital Spock had been his usual self (well not completely his old self, he had seemed…was clingy the right word...?).
Jim scrolled back up to Khan's injuries then back down, there was a matching pattern...a cold realisation began to sweep through him "Son of a…" he threw the pad down and stormed from the apartment.
