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Spock sat at Kirk's bedside, waiting for the drugs McCoy had given him to clear his system of the Emperor Wasp and Vastran Biting Worm venom. When his system was clear, the sedative would start to wear off, and he could wake up. For now, he slept. Across the room, Chekov was coming out of his drug-induced sleep. Sulu had not left his side since they arrived.
Look at how much they care. Every emotion is felt, no feeling is denied. How much it must have hurt him to see Chekov in pain, and yet I was the one who collapsed.
As much as he did not want to admit it, his feelings for the captain had grown even stronger since the… incident. They had gone from a close friendship to something more.
Should I undergo Kolinahr? No, I don't want to stop feeling for him. Should I tell him how I feel? No, he would not reciprocate my feelings. The Captain has never shown interest in men before and in humans, such relationships are often frowned upon, just as interspecies relationships are frowned upon by my own species. No sane man would jeopardize his career just as it was taking off.
Kirk stirred a little in his sleep, and against his better judgment, Spock took his hand. He was jerked into Kirk's mind for a moment, and saw the effects of the Emperor Wasp stings. Kirk was reliving his death over and over again. Carefully he attempted to manipulate the Captain's dreams into something better. Fighting the effects of the stings was difficult, and he was completely exhausted by the time dream Kirk was safe.
We'll sleep together then, t'hy'la. he thought as he drifted off.