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It was entirely possible they could not help his mate, but it was the first positive news Spock had received in a long time. If Jim could be helped, Spock wanted this more than he wanted his next breath.
“Sit at the table, ashal-veh, and I will bring you coffee.”
Jim smiled. “It smells really good.” He sat before the plate of food Spock had put down in front of his seat with the hash browns and biscuits and gravy.
Spock put his prepared coffee down and his tea and sat beside his t’hy’la.
“Jim, when Suvoc comes he has something he wishes to discuss with you.”
Jim nodded. “Okay. Do you know what it is?”
“I’m not going to like it, am I?” Jim asked suspiciously.
“I hope that you will keep an open mind, ashayam.”
“Uh-huh. I know I am in trouble when you start dropping endearments after every sentence you say to me.”
His mate sighed. “I’ll listen.”
Spock picked Jim’s left hand up and kissed the fingers. “Thank you. How is your breakfast?”
“Yummy.” Jim grinned.
Spock allowed his own lips to form a smile. “Mine too.” He didn’t know if the healers Suvoc spoke of could really help Jim, and if they did not, Spock would remain devoted to Jim, but he had just the beginnings of hope. For now it was enough.