The yell resounded throughout the house, waking every occupant. Jim, a trained captain, jumped out of bed and threw a tee on before he even fully processed the yell. Hearing Bones yelling for him again, he followed the voice to the spare bedroom across the hall. He came skidding to a halt outside the bathroom door. One look at the crime scene the bathroom had turned into, and Jim fell to his knees beside the bath. Bones turned to Jim, neither man noticing the Vulcan coming up behind them.
"What happened?!" Jim asked, near hysterics at the sight of the blood and injuries on his lover.
"I don't know. Just found 'im like this. Help me get him to the bed." Jim nodded and grabbed Spock under the arms. Bones grabbed his feet and both hauled his body into the air. Both immediately noticed that Spock was much heavier than he looked. Jim's hear was pumping with adrenaline. Spock was hurt. Their Spock was hurt. He was so focused on his thoughts and on Spock, that Jim nearly ran Sarek over. The elder Vulcan swiftly and gracefully moved out of their way. He walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. Spock was set gently onto the bed and Bones turned to the other two as he covered Spock with the covers. "I'm going to grab my med kit. Watch him and try to get him to come around." While Bones went to locate his kit, Jim returned to looking at Spock, who's eyes were still wide open and filled with devastation. Sarek was worried about his son as well, but decided to stay back and watch the two humans interact with his son.
"Hey Spock." Jim said gently, running a hand down the other's cheek. "C'mon. Come back to us. Please, Spock." At this point, Jim decided to grab Spock's hand and hold it in his own. He had been reading into Vulcan customs and decided to try one now. Separating his first two fingers from the rest, he began running them over Spock's respective fingers in a traditional Vulcan kiss. Spock remained unchanged for a moment, but then, released what sounded like a sigh. His eyelids began to flutter and he turned brown eyes onto his blonde lover before they slowly slid closed. Jim smiled sadly and looked up when Bones rushed back into the room.
"Any change?" he asked. Jim smiled in triumph at him.
"Yeah, he kinda acknowledged my presence, then went to sleep...I think."
"You think?" Bones asked in irritation. He turned back to his patient, shaking his head, and began running the tricorder over him. Besides cuts, scrapes, bruises, and a fractured cheekbone, there was nothing wrong. Well, at least not what he'd found so far. The doctor dreaded the next part, but he had to know. Running the tricorder over Spock's lower half, his eyes teared up at the readings.
"What?" Jim asked, sensing his worry. Bones looked Jim in the eye then looked at Sarek before looking back at Spock's sleeping face. "He was raped." he said, gently running his fingertips over Spock's battered cheek. Jim covered his mouth with one hand, eyes growing wide. His other hand tightened slightly on Spock's. Sarek backed up jerkily until the backs of his knees hit a chair. Sitting down, he tried hard to contain the emotions that that statement created. He looked at his son, so pale and so small, laying surrounded by blankets. Both Jim and Bones were still kneeling on the ground at his side, both clutching tightly to a hand.