Warning: Here be Kirk/McCoy slash. A kiss is all there is though.
"Don't sleep, Jim." Bones told him as the doctor slightly raised the shoulder Jim was resting on to keep him awake. "We still need to get you to medical bay."
Jim nodded sleepily and moved to get up, hand reaching out to clutch at Bones' arm when a wave of dizziness suddenly hit him.
"Uhm, Bones. Room's spinning."
"Shit. Okay I'll get you a stretcher." Bones frantically said as he reached for his communicator.
"No!" Jim exclaimed as he gripped Bones' arm tighter. He coughed a few times when his throat protested at the sudden outburst. "No stretchers, please." Jim wheezed. He didn't want to be rolled into sickbay on a stretcher.
"Fine." Bones told him, conceding. "But we will go slowly and you have to keep your Vulcan crushed throat a rest. That means we walk at a pace I set and you're not allowed to talk. Get me?" He demanded.
Jim silently nodded in response, already taking the command seriously.
It was a slow walk to sickbay and apparently, both men had no qualms about it. McCoy took a less populated route but even though it was towards the end of delta shift, people were still running about. Some had stopped to acknowledge them both, others too busy that McCoy had to walk ahead of Jim and ordered him to stay close to the walls so as not to get trampled.
McCoy led Jim to one of the biobeds and ordered him to sit and stay still while he got supplies. There were various biobeds that were cordoned by curtains and Jim wondered which had Captain Pike behind it.
"He's on the bed nearest my office." McCoy told him as if the older man knew what he had been thinking.
"How is he?" Jim asked, as he eyed the curtained area near Bones' office. Which was actually the one closest to Jim's own bed. Apparently, Bones had assigned Jim a bed closer to his office, too.
"He's stable. I got that parasite out of him before it did more damage."
"Good." Jim replied with an approving nod.
"He's in for a rough week, though. The tissue damage was massive but nothing that can't be healed by technology. And with a few months of rehab, he'll be able to walk again."
"That's great. You did great." Jim said, making sure to make eye contact with Bones as if to convey that he knew how hard it was for Bones to have to go through that. Bones stopped his ministrations long enough to stare back and nod solemnly in understanding then returned to his inspection of Jim's injuries.
Bones concentrated on his throat, turning Jim's head left and right to check on the bruising. Jim hissed as Bones pressed softly on one of the bruises, making him clutch onto the doctor's shoulders in an attempt to stop McCoy from prodding some more.
"Sorry. Sorry." McCoy apologized as he softly ran deft fingers across Jim's throat. "I think there's some tearing in there."
"Hurts." Jim rasped, resting his forehead against Bones' cheek.
"I know. I'm sorry." Bones tried to sooth and deft fingers grazing softly against Jim's neck were suddenly replaced with light feathery kisses. So soft and light with an underlying tentativeness, but there, making Jim freeze and then sigh at the comforting feeling all in a short span of time.
"Bones?" There was confusion in that raspy voice as Jim leaned back to stare at his best friend, wondering what just happened. Bones stared back at him, giving him a soft smile that was both reassuring and intriguing.
"Sshhh, we'll talk when you wake up." Bones whispered as he closed the gap again for a chaste kiss and Jim heard before he felt the unmistakable hiss of a hypospray being pressed against his shoulder.
The last thought that ran across his mind before everything turned black was how soft Bones' lips felt against his and how much he wished it hadn't ended so quickly.