Mama?" Mama?
Uhura returned from her twilight sleep at Grayson's bedside with his double call.
"I'm here, baby. How are you feeling?"
Her hand held his, stroking it softly.
"Mama, don't cry. I can ride a bike!"
"I'm just happy you're okay. These are happy tears."
Noise interrupted her lie along with Bones coming to check his patient.
The yeoman rolled a cart to the side opposite Uhura. With a smile and a very bad French accent he made a comical show of uncovering each dish. Grayson smiled wider and wider as his favorites appeared on each of the first 5 plates. The yeoman's smile and accent ratcheted back as he uncovered the next three plates of Uhura's favorites.
"Hungry?" she prodded Grayson.
"Uh-huh! May I please eat in bed?"
McCoy, who stopped next to the cart answered.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. That's what these beds are for, cowboy - sleepin' well and eatin' good."
With a deft touch, McCoy raised the bed table. Sliding his finger over the panel, he tilted the top of the bed until Grayson could sit up with support. The yeoman bowed to McCoy with a flourish then set Grayson's meal in front of him.
Silently gliding to Uhura's side of the bed, the yeoman arrayed her dishes on a bed table rolled to her side by McCoy. After seeing to their comfort, the yeoman left them, toddling out of Sickbay like Charlie Chaplain.
"Thank you, Leonard. This was... special."
"I had nothin' to do with this. I've been working and I don't have a clue what you and that boy like to eat. I think we both know who arranged this."
Uhura looked at Leonard McCoy.
"Come see me when he goes back to sleep. Damn, that looks good."
"Language, Leonard - please."
"Sorry. Becca Jo's used to her daddy's colorful words."
With a grunt McCoy re-entered his office to wait for Uhura.