This took me longer than I would have liked it to, but my writing time has been taken up by essays :/ Anyway, I'll quit whining and let you get to my story! Enjoy!

The next morning when Nurse Christine Chapel walked into sickbay she couldn't contain her gasp or the wild fluttering of her heart. As expected, in one of the biobeds laid Captain Kirk. But not expected was the fact that the next biobed over held the intertwined sleeping bodies of her boss and her crush.

Feeling someone watching him in his sleep, Spock awoke and turned to face the nurse. "Nurse Chapel," he greeted nonchalan All words were lost on the poor woman.

Spock's words roused McCoy from his sleep and the doctor opened his eyes to find Spock's bare chest in front of his face. Looking up he saw Chapel gaping at them.

"Oh dammit, sorry, Chris. I meant to be up before anyone came in," apologized Leonard as he reached down and gathered his and Spock's clothes off of the ground.

"It's okay, Doctor McCoy." Awkwardly she averted her eyes.

"What is Jim's condition?" Spock asked.

Thankful for the distraction, Nurse Chapel walked over to Jim and checked his monitors. "Everything looks normal. His wounds seem to be healing nicely and he's sleeping like a log," she mused.

Jim momentarily stirred in his sleep, mumbled Spock's name, and then went back to snoring softly.

"Good. He needs more sleep," said McCoy. "Why don't you restock the medicine cabinets, Nurse, and I'll be there soon."

"Yes, Doctor." She left quickly.

Spock raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you would classify as 'awkward'?" he asked.

McCoy chuckled breathily. "Yeah, it most certainly was. No more sleeping in sickbay."

"What was awkward?" a familiar voice asked from the next bed over.

The doctor and the Vulcan simultaneously turned to see Jim staring at them lazily and affectionately. "Nurse Chapel walked in and observed Leonard and myself cuddling with each other. This caused both Leonard and the nurse to become illogically embarrassed," explained Spock.

"Hey, I had every right to be embarrassed!" growled Bones.

Jim chuckled to the best of his ability. "You two are so adorable."

Doctor McCoy and Spock got out of the biobed and quickly put their clothes back on before anyone else could see them.

"You weren't exactly quiet last night," Jim grumped at them, remembering why he hadn't slept much.

"Hey, don't look at me, that was Spock's fault," Leonard insisted.

"On the contrary, Jim, I must insist that it was all Leonard's fault," Spock smirked.

"Well hopefully I'll be well enough that tonight it'll be my fault," said Jim.

"Yeah, but let's not get our hopes up." The doctor pulled back Jim's bandages to reveal a large scar covering his torso.

Jim winced. "Is that gonna go away?"

"Most likely. Looks like the skin and muscles regenerated nicely. If you be good and rest all day I might let you come home tonight," Leonard smiled.

"You better, because you know what today is!" said Jim.

"Thursday?"

"It is the six month anniversary of our romantic relationship. I believe that is somewhat of a milestone for humans," said Spock.

"Exactly," said Jim. "And I wanted it to be special. I didn't want to spend it stuck in a biobed!"

Bones leaned down and placed a kiss on Jim's pouty lips. "Don't worry, hun. It'll be special as long as we're all here."

"Yeah, I suppose…" But that wasn't good enough because Spock and Bones didn't know just how special Jim had been planning on making it.

Later that day Uhura was walking through sickbay, trying to find Christine, when she heard what sounded like crying. Sure, crying wasn't all that uncommon of a sound to hear in sickbay, but this didn't sound like someone crying out in pain. It sounded stifled like someone trying not to cry from emotional pain. What really concerned her was that it sounded like the captain. Her curiosity and worry getting the best of her, she stopped to seek out the source of the pitiful sobs.

The sickbay was surprisingly empty. Doctor McCoy was nowhere to be seen, probably in surgery, and there were only a few redshirts passed out in the biobeds. It didn't take Uhura long to spot the shaking form of the captain. She walked over to his bedside and could see the tears rolling down his face.

Jim?" she asked, concerned.

"Oh um, hi, Uhura," he desperately tried to wipe the wetness from his face. "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing, I'm just wondering what I can do for you. What's wrong? Spock and Leonard?"

"Yeah, kinda…" said Jim glumly.

"They didn't break up with you, did they?" she gasped.

"No, no. Hell no!" He shuddered at the thought.

"Then what's wrong?"

"Could you reach into my jacket pocket for me?" Jim asked, gesturing to where his clothes were folded up on the table by his bed.

Uhura nodded. "Sure." She didn't know what to expect but she sure was curious. As soon as her hand came in contact with the object in Jim's pocket she gasped and wasn't so curious anymore. "Oh my God! Jim!"

The captain blushed and Uhura handed him the little black box with shock and awe. He opened it and revealed two silver wedding bands, and sighed.

"Jim… they're beautiful."

"Thanks," he said solemnly.

"Did they say no?"

"I haven't asked yet."

"Then what's the matter? Why not?" she coaxed gently.

"I've been trying to work up the nerve to propose for weeks now and I had decided that today would be the day. But now it's ruined and I don't know if I'll have the courage to do it any other day," he admitted.

"Why can't you propose to them today?"

"Look at me, Nyota!" He gestured to his bedridden, bandaged form. "I can't propose to them like this! I can't get out of bed let alone get down on one knee!"

She sighed. "Jim. Spock and Leonard will not care what position you're in when you propose. No one gets down on one knee anymore anyways. That's so old fashioned!"

"Well even if I don't do it on one knee I defiantly don't want to do it bedridden in sickbay! This proposal is going to be something we'll all remember for the rest of our lives. I don't want that memory to be of me all haggard, bandaged up, drugged out, and surrounded by the smell of antiseptic," he crinkled his nose in disgust.

Uhura nodded, she completely understood wanting the proposal to be in somewhere more pleasant than sickbay. Although she couldn't help but think that Leonard wouldn't mind if the memory smelled like antiseptic. "I get it, Jim. But it's totally fine if you don't do it tonight. You can do it tomorrow or the next night. There's no rule that says it has to be on your anniversary."

"I know…"

"Don't worry. You'll be able to do it. You're Captain James T. Kirk!" she pep-talked him.

He shook his head and chuckled slightly. "I can save Earth, defeat armies of Klingons and Romulans, beat the unbeatable test, but I can't ask my boyfriends to marry me."

Uhura put her hands on his shoulders and made him look up at her. "Listen to me, Jim. I know you can do it. And you wanna know something else?"

"What?"

"They're gonna say yes."

And Jim couldn't help but crack a smile at that.

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