McCoy made his rounds, as he did every time his paperwork became too boring for him to focus on.
"Well, well, well, seems that our little love birds are finally content. Oh, Jimboy, when are you gonna learn? And you, Hobgoblin, where's the logic behind a relationship with Jim Kirk of all people?"
Kirk opened his eyes and glared at McCoy.
"Bones, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not in love with Spock?"
At the sound of his name, Spock woke up.
"Captain?"
Bones shook his head and sighed. Why did Spock have to have such big ears?
"Spock! How are you feeling?"
"I am un-... I am well, Captain."
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been so stupid. I just wanted a break from it all..."
"Jim, there is nothing you could have done."
"But there is, if I wasn't so-"
"Jim, logically you know that you could not have predicted how events were going to unfold. I am here, and I am mending. Is that not what concerns you currently?"
Jim smiled slightly.
"I suppose you're right, Spock."
Spock gave Kirk something akin to a half-smile and began to drift again. Kirk noticed.
"Rest, Spock."
The nest few hours passed slowly for both Spock and Kirk. Spock, recovering in Sickbay, was extremely bored, as his mind often required several complex tasks to remain occupied, such as calculating the speed at which the ship would need to ravel in order to reach a destination on schedule, deciding whether to reassign an officer, who to recommend for assignment to the next away team, and managing his biological functions; simultaneously.
He became bored after about an hour of meditation to review the past few days' events; considering whether some unfortunate events such as his being shot could be averted, assessing what precisely were the mistakes made, and in general why the mission was not as successful as it could have been. Spock logged his experiences from past away missions, as well as observations made, to access before his next away mission, in order to avoid mistakes. He rarely had to deal with the same consequences that his captain did, due to his careful planning and preparation. His captain, however, did not seem to be at all logical in some respects, as he could not be deterred from making mistakes which usually cause consequences for Spock, as Spock usually realized what was really occurring before anyone else, and acted. This usually resulted in Spock being injured in some way, and Kirk becoming depressed and irritable. Both of those results were detrimental to ship's operations; therefore it was logical to try to prevent that as often as possible.
Spock soon finished, and then took five minutes to put his other thoughts back in order. When that task, too, was completed, he pressed the comm button near his bed. Within thirty seconds, Nurse Chapel arrived.
"Yes, Mr. Spock? What can I do for you?"
"Nurse Chapel, I find that I require some task to occupy myself with."
"Mr. Spock, you know that Dr. McCoy will not allow you to work on paperwork while in Sickbay. We have already had this conversation."
"Obviously. However, is access to the ship's library permissible?"
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Spock."
Spock gave the Vulcan equivalent of a sigh.
"Can you retrieve literature from my quarters?"
"Can you be more specific?"
"A book; titled Taran-Li-Fallar Tvedzhinal s'Surak, The Teachings of Surak."
Christine was taken aback but complied, nodding her agreement, and returning two minutes later, book in hand.
"Thank you, Christine."
Miss Chapel blushed.
Spock began to read the book, and Nurse Chapel stepped away.
Three hours later, Spock finished the massive volume. Once again unoccupied and well-rested, he merely lay there for about an hour.
The hours separating Kirk from Spock were over. Kirk had watched the clock like a hawk, and the second it said he was off-duty, he jumped out of his seat and ran to the turbo-lift. About a minute later, he ran through the sickbay doors.
"Spock!"
Spock raised his right eyebrow.
"Captain?"
"Spock, are you alright?"
"I am well, however, I believe that you should seek treatment as well."
"Of course. I'm just glad to see that you're okay."
Spock's eyebrow remained near his bangs.
"The feeling is mutual."
The captain then finally complied to treatment for the ills that had not already been taken care of.