Chapter 3
Here we are, in the sickbay, four hours later. Kirk was on a bio bed, unconscious, in "his" private room (yes, because he is incident prone, and to give him some privacy, Bones gave a room to the captain). Only the beeping from the machine above him could be heard. The good doctor was using his tricorder at the still form of the man, not happy about the readings it was showing. Spock was holding one of Jim's hands in his, sending all the love for the man in the bed through the bond they shared.
"Why is he not awakening, doctor?" Asked the Vulcan.
"To tell you the truth, Spock, I don't know. We were able to stop the bleeding pretty quick. Closed the wounds on his shoulder and the one on his forehead, so even with the mild concussion he got from the fall, he should be up already. Let's try some adrenaline, Chapel, I don't like him unconscious any longer. 2 ccs of it, please." The nurse gave him the hypo spray, and the doctor used it, waiting for it to start working.
It was all dark. And painful. Hell, his shoulder was burning. His head was even worse. He started picking up sounds around him. And then, there it was, love. Love was surrounding him. He could feel his husband's love finally. So, he was not sleeping. Oh. Right. The away team. Something had happened.
"Jim, come on kid, open your eyes, I know you're coming around," The voice said. A grunt followed. His eyelids were heavy.
"…ock."
"I am here, ashayam. Open your eyes, Jim." Spock said, squeezing Jim's hand tighter.
"Come on Jimbo! Wake up or I'll have to do it," McCoy said. After two minutes of nothing, McCoy closed is hand in a fist, and rubbed the knuckles against the breastbone, trying to get a response from his patient.
"Come on darlin'."
"OW!" Jim's eyes opened fast followed by a deep breath. It took another minute for Jim to get his words out. All he could see was a blue blob in front of him.
"Bones?" He asked. And all the previous events came into his mind. "The away team! How are they?!"
"Don't worry Jim, all of them sustained minor injuries that have been taken care of. You were the only stupid one to get the worst end of it."
Jim sighed. He felt his husband next to him, and said, "I'm sorry Spock, I didn't mean to get you worried."
"It is illogical to state testament since you never follow the rules. Besides, you do know that we Vulcans do not have emotions." They heard a cough masking a laugh coming from the doctor while he said, "Sure that."
"When can I leave Bones?" asked Jim.
"Kiddo, after five years together, you should know by now that when you wake up in sickbay, you need to stay for a while, no arguments from you. You got shot in the shoulder, and you got a concussion, that's why the headache. Yes, I know you have one, don't hide it. And you know the drill for it. Night in sickbay under monitor, couple of easy days, meaning light duty, and we are done."
"Booooones, please let me go."
"Nope, end of story. See ya later, Jim." And so, the doctor left the two men alone.
"Do you have a headache, ashayam?" Asked Spock, lightly touching Jim's forehead where a small bump could be seen.
"Yes, Spock, but it's a light one. My shoulder burns a little where the regenerator worked, I think. Nothing serious, love." Jim felt his husband's lips meeting his hand. "Did someone take care of the rebels, Spock?"
"Yes, Jim. When the team came aboard, Uhura sent a transmission to the government telling them what happened. They said they would prosecute the rebels. Now rest, ashayam, I feel you are in distress and tired. I will be here when you will wake up."
"Okay, love. Thanks."