Title: "Aegri Somnia"
Author: tprillahfiction (2008)
AEGRI SOMNIA (Chapter 10)
Spock's eyes snapped open. He found he was back in the sickbay at McCoy's bedside; fingers still resting on McCoy's temples. He slowly removed them, looking for signs of life in McCoy. Glancing up at the monitor, he noted with satisfaction that the doctor's vital signs read normal.
Spock slapped the doctor's face, lightly. "Doctor. Wake up." He slapped McCoy's face harder. "McCoy!"
McCoy opened his eyes. "Okay. Spock. No need to hit me. What do you want?"
"Welcome back, Doctor."
After the long stream of well wishers to his bedside had left, Doctor McCoy stretched wonderfully and yawned. Since he was recovering so well, the need for the medical stop at Star Base III was cancelled. Instead, they were headed there for some well deserved shore leave; all were looking forward to it, especially McCoy. It was giving him some incentive to get better. Now he just had to get rid of these last two stragglers.
"I made it up to code gold resuscitation, Jim! Those sensor arrows were down to the bottom. Impressive, isn't it," McCoy bragged.
Kirk looked over at Spock who looked up at the ceiling. "Uh, whatever you say, Bones. But I'm glad you're back. I put it into my log that it was quite the adventure for you and Spock. Now I'm going to go get some needed sleep after worrying about you all this time."
"Ah hell, Jim. I'm glad to BE back."
"And...Happy Leap Year, Bones."
"What? It's still January."
"Spock, tell him."
"Doctor, it's stardate 5129.2. You've been unconsious for one standard month."
"Are you kidding me? Well, this is a hell of way to celebrate it, stuck in a damn sickbay bed. And, I can't have a drink because of all this crap I'm on."
Kirk chuckled. "Good night, Bones!" He patted McCoy's leg and walked towards the door. "Spock," he called to the first officer standing with his arms folded in the corner. "Want to start a new game of chess tomorrow?"
"That would be a welcome change of pace. I would indeed."
"He means yes, Jim!" chuckled McCoy.
Kirk laughed his way though the swoosh of the doors.
The Vulcan remained behind with arms still folded; studying the doctor intently.
"Spock," said McCoy gravely, lowering his head. "Thanks for saving my life. I am forever in your debt."
"You did the same for me."
"Well, of course. I am the doctor around here, usually. Unlike you who practices medicine without a license every chance he gets," McCoy chuckled. "Spock, just accept the thanks, okay? And, why do you keep staring at me like that?"
Spock raised an eyebrow. Was it possible that the human did not remember anything that had transpired? "I am... merely satisfying my curiosity that your mind is intact. After your ordeal."
"I seem to be feeling okay. Are you okay, Spock?"
"I have recovered. I trust that you will also, recover completely," observed Spock without taking his eyes off of McCoy.
"Yes," smiled McCoy. "Yes I will, thanks to you and Geoff and all these meds I've been shot with; turning my stomach."
"In that case, I will take my leave of you."
"Oh, Okay. Well, see ya later, Mister Spock."
"Good night. Doctor McCoy." Spock nodded at him and walked towards the doors.
"Spock?" called McCoy. "There's just one more thing."
McCoy grinned at him. "Are you going to give me my ring back, or are you going to keep wearing it as some sort of memento?"
Spock gazed down at McCoy and the corners of his lips turned into a slight smirk. He walked up to the bio-bed, slid the ring off his own pinky, picked up McCoy's hand and slipped it onto McCoy's finger. He held on to the hand, and waited.
McCoy peered up at the Vulcan with a glint in his blue eyes. "I love you, Spock," he stated, simply and softly.
"And, I love you. Leonard," Spock replied deliberately and low enough for only McCoy to hear.
McCoy held his breath. "Are you certain about this Spock? Do you know what you are getting yourself into?"
"Yes," said Spock. "I have never been more certain."
"Yeah, why not. I guess you're telling me not to look a gift horse in the mouth...but...is this real? I don't really know if I'm dead or not. It feels odd. Am I dead?"
Spock grabbed the human by both shoulders. "You are home."
"Yes, but something doesn't feel right. It feels strange."
"You're home," the Vulcan intoned.
McCoy searched the Vulcan's eyes, then finally relaxed. "You're right. I'm home. It's perfect," he smiled. "Stay here with me, Spock. Please. Unless you have to go on duty," he murmured.
Spock's eyes lit up as he sat down next to the doctor on the bed. "I will stay with you. Always. As I told you before."
In the quiet of the ICU, McCoy leaned back to enjoy the comfort and warmth of the sickbay bed.
He felt the touch of the Vulcan's fingers on his face then felt them caress his lips, then slide down his arm to pick up his hand. McCoy enjoyed the touch and pondered the subject of beginnings. Wonderful beginnings. Something wonderful and new was happening in the present, here with Spock. He didn't know exactly, why. Or whether he deserved it, but who cares.
Yet, he felt... something terrible was about to happen in the future. As he relaxed further, he found his mind returning to of the plight of the humanoids on the planet. It haunted him. The sight. But, he forced himself to quit thinking about it, for now. It could wait for the report to the captain. But why did he feel so odd?
'You've just been though alot, McCoy,' he thought to himself. 'That's all it is. You're fine. Time to suck it up. Things will get back to normal soon.' He thought about many more things to himself, then found his eyelids getting heavy.
"Falling asleep?" Spock asked softly as he ordered the lights down to ten percent.
"Yeah," McCoy murmured. "I'm trying not to. But resistance... would be futile. You know?"
Spock allowed himself a slight smile as he gazed at the human. "Yes, I know."
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