AN: New chapter time! After that killer cliffhanger at the end of the last chapter I figured I would just write something pretty low key. This chapter is also mostly explanation about the accident, which if you read the last chapter you should know what I'm talking about. Anyway on to the chapter. As always thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorited, and followed.
~GlitterEverything

The beeping was the thing that finally annoyed Jim enough to bring him back to the real world. When he opened his eyes he was staring at the blindingly bright white walls of what could only be the Hospital three miles outside of town. He remembered nothing after leaving the school today with Bones; he had been going to deliver Spock's PADD back to him. After that it was a blur of pain and heat, so much heat that it burned him to think about it, but the heat was not at all unpleasant. It was more like the burning of the sun after you've been inside for days on end, or the scalding of hot coca sliding down his throat after being outside in the snow for days. It was the great kind of burn, like something fitting back into place after a long time of being incomplete. A key fitting back into place.

How did I end up here, in this place? That was the question that had to be answered before Jim could start thinking about the meaning of life or whatever stupid ass line of thought his mind had been taking him down. He tried to roll over, to move to a more comfortable position than this. He was resting on his back, he never slept like that, and it was very uncomfortable. It was also a very vulnerable position when you lived with a bastard like Frank. A sharp pain shot through his entire body, racing up and down his bones and through his nerves. Jim cried out, spasms of pain racking his body making his back arch despite the agony the action caused him.

"James, you must calm down," the voice was soft although Jim wouldn't go so far as to say that it was comforting. Too cold, to detached to really be called comforting, although it had a certain undertone to it that was gentle and softer than it seemed it should be. Like it was a ruse made to keep up a certain appearance. Burning hot skin touched his face and he calmed down, the familiar burning reminding him of the presence that he had felt before.

"Jim, please calm down you will tear the IV out of your wrist if you do not cease with this movement." Spock, the name came to him suddenly out of his memory, a face to match the voice.

He turned his head- only his head this time in fear of the same pain as before- and came face to face with the eyes that had haunted his dreams all week. It seemed like they had known each other for ages, but it had barely been a month since the Vulcan walked into his life, or barged into his life was more like it.

Jim's eyes involuntarily flicked down to the other boy's lips, he had the sudden urge to lean forward just a bit and press his own against them. He looked away before he did something rash. Spock wouldn't have liked that, he might have even nerve pinched him like he had threatened to do before. Hell Jim didn't even know if Spock liked men, or if he could even like anyone like that. Vulcans were so cold maybe they didn't have relationships like everyone else did.

"What happened Spock?" he croaked out, his voice was harsh and rough with disuse. Like he had been asleep for a while. "Why am I in the hospital?"

Spock watched him for a while before answering as if checking to make sure that Jim wasn't going to go into cardiac arrest. "You suffered three broken ribs, how we are not certain at the moment. Only you can tell us that. One of those fractured ribs created a tear in your right lung. When we found you almost dead on the front steps of my house, your lungs were filling rapidly with blood caused by the tear. There was no time to wait for an ambulance so I carried you."

Jim's eyes went wide, he knew that he probably looked ridiculous at the moment but he was too shocked to care. Spock had carried him. He knew that Vulcan's were stronger than humans but that was just ridiculous he was by no means a light person. "You carried me?"

"It was the only way to save your life James. If we had waited for the ambulance to arrive you would have died. It was completely logical." Spock said "that is enough questions for now James. You must rest; I will still be here when you wake again."

Jim wanted to argue and say that he wasn't tired but he could feel his eyes slipping shut, tiredness seeping into his very bones until he felt so heavy he couldn't have moved if he wanted to.

AN: Not a lot really happened in this chapter, but it served as an explanation about why Jim almost died. That's pretty much it, sorry it's so short but I'm trying to set the scene for something that will happen soon. I need to stop talking before I ruin the whole thing. Spoilers! Bye my lovely readers.
~GlitterEverything