Spock had grown really quiet as days progressed, only talking to Uhura or McCoy when necessary. Uhura's heart ached for him. She couldn't imagine how Spock must feel. He had lost his home planet and his mother simultaneously last year and he had only been marginally coping. And now Spock had lost his mentor and almost lost his Captain in less than twenty-four hours. It must have been devastating and Uhura's heart bled for him.
Spock asked her to sleep in his quarters, just to lie by his side. Uhura was quite surprised, she never stayed in Spock's quarters and only went by when they wanted to have sex. Now, he had requested her to sleep with him, although she noticed Spock didn't sleep. He would meditate for some time but that was about it. She had tried to soothe his pain, to comfort him, but she knew she effectively couldn't. Her closest friend was lying on his deathbed and she would be lying if she said she wasn't affected much.
As days passed, McCoy grew hopeful and in return so did the crew. Their Captain was going to come back to them. It was time.
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Uhura was beyond happy to see Kirk, alive and smiling. She pecked him on the forehead and took great pleasure when he ducked his head in embarrassment. She then smacked him on the arm and said sternly, "Don't you ever do that to us again."
Kirk chuckled and Uhura couldn't contain the grin forming on her lips. It had been too long since she had heard that happy sound.