Uhura woke up feeling slightly less awful. The pain had died down. Someone had left her a cup of blood. Probably McCoy, she thought. On a whim, she decided to take a trip around medbay. Nurses were bustling about, and she managed to catch Chapel with a wave. She was her typical cheery self, helping a medical ensign with checking a woman's vitals.

Her trip was cut short by McCoy noticing what she was up to. As soon as she saw him, she waved eagerly at him. However, McCoy looked none too amused with her traveling. He walked over to Uhura quickly, and the smile faded off of her face for a calm look.

"Uhura, as your physician, I suggest you go back to bed."

"I feel a lot better. I really needed to get out of bed, though, Doctor."

McCoy's disapproving eyebrows were against her.

"I can get someone to bring down your PADD, will that be better? But really, you need to rest. You've already been out for a day and a half."

"Alright. Can I at least say hello to Kirk first? I want to see how he is."

His face remained unchanged, but he nodded.

"He's recovering well. Finally off the IV and only needed a quart or two of new blood. He's in the room at the corner."

Uhura felt a little silly being in the Starfleet medical gowns, going around the aisles and passing up other people. While the gowns were blue flannel, it was never the less odd. Finally, she got to the room. The door was open slightly, and she gently knocked upon it.

"Jim? Are you awake?"

"…Uhura?" His voice was groggy. "Come on over." There was a smile in his voice.

Cautiously, she made her way into the room. Kirk was pale, but had a blush about his cheeks. She noted he had a wound from her teeth in his neck. It seemed to pulse at her, and her organs slid down to her toes. A wave of bad feelings came over her, and she put her hands over her mouth. It didn't quite click how bad things became.

"I'm so sorry," she said, her voice near crying.

Kirk sat up in his bed, and motioned for her to come closer. Unexpectedly, he gave her a one-armed hug. She wouldn't fight it.

"It's alright. You weren't all there. Hell, it wasn't even you..."

"That doesn't excuse me in the least. I caught this somehow."

"Nyota…I can call you that for now, right?"

She nodded. A near death experience is enough for first name terms.

"You were sick, and regardless how it happened that wasn't you that attacked me. It took over your head. You came after me because I was available. I mean, I was in your bathroom. What's done is done, and we both made it. Okay?"

Another nod.

"I'll try and be more careful on away missions, and not brush it off if I'm sick."

"It's not your fault. Victim of circumstance, is all."

They softly smiled at each other for a brief moment.

"Go get some more rest. You'll probably be here longer than I will", Kirk quipped.

Uhura smirked, and then made her way out of the room.