Spock awoke slightly dizzy in sickbay. He remembered dreaming, thankfully, of math equations and computer programming errors. He could vaguely hear the captain's voice in the distance, and then the doctor's. Their voices grew louder as they walked into the main ward, loud enough for Spock to make out what they were saying.
"Of coarse, you'll make sure he stays in my sickbay this time, won't you?"
"Now, Bones, you know that's not my job. My job is to run this--"
"—starship and her crew, taking them yata yata yata. Well, if he wanders up to the bridge, just have escorted back down here somehow. I doubt to the high heavens that he will stay here any longer that he thinks is necessary."
"On the contrary, Doctor." Spock privately enjoyed McCoy's shocked expression and Jim's pleased one. "I have every intention of staying right here for at least a week, perhaps more if you deem it necessary."
McCoy's mouth hung open a bit in shock. "You are . . ."
Jim quickly interjected before McCoy could finish his trailed off sentence. "Spock, why don't you go back to sleep then, and I'll see you in the morning."
"Indeed. Good night, Captain, Doctor."
McCoy was still in shock. "Yeah, g'night, Spock."