These days, the time Leonard does not spend asleep, he tries to spend with his family. Joanna comes by to see him often, as do her children, and her children's children and even her children's children's children. McCoy has lived for a very long time.
The hospital is warm, filled with natural light and McCoy is always glad to see his family, although he is mostly relegated to the role of listener thanks to his weakened body. Distant family come by, and friends, though one face is absent, gone on one diplomatic mission or another.
Still, the day comes when Joanna holds his hand and smiles and tells him goodbye, and he is unsurprised when a warm-eyed Vulcan strides into his room to sit next to his bed.
"Spock," he manages. "You ol' sonvagun. Finally decided to… show yer face?"
Spock nods, unruffled before turning to nod at Joanna who offers him a smile. "I have come to take you home."
"Is tha'... so." Even this much conversation has drained him - man wasn't meant to reach 140 years, in his humble opinion, but then, he is just a very old country doctor.
Joanna presses a kiss to his cheek - clearly she's been conspiring with the hobgoblin beforehand. Leonard's worst nightmare. Hopefully she gave him a taste of the old McCoy spirit Leonard has been too tired to summon recently.
Spock lays a gentle hand on Leonard's arm, and suddenly McCoy cannot wait for whatever lies ahead. It has been too long since he's been truly excited for anything.
Spock drapes a new blanket over Leonard's body, and scoops him into his arms without any visible effort. Leonard thinks he ought to feel like a sack of potatoes or a fairytale princess, but instead he just feels… safe. This is good.
Spock carries Leonard outside the hospital, and Leonard will never return there again.
There is a parking bay in the hospital where cars can come and go without exposing their passengers to the elements, and it is there that Spock brings his passive burden. The seat of the car is laid down already and McCoy finds himself settled into a surprisingly comfortable back seat that molds around his form. He is soon glad for the warm interior of the car as the shifting landscape beyond the windows reveals the crisp signs of an autumn day.
Leonard is too tired to stay awake through the entire drive, and the vibrations of the car lull him to sleep. In his dreams they become the gentle murmurs of the Enterprise in a smooth kaleidoscope of melting memory.