The minute Jim stepped into the medbay, Bones seemed to be ready for him. He came forward immediately, took one look at Jim’s exposed shoulder, his shirt had ripped during the battle on the planet, and jammed a hypospray into it. The relief from the burning pain in his shoulder was enough that Jim didn’t even bother protesting Bones’ manhandling.


“He’s stable. Bed four. You can go see him.”

He started to turn in that direction.


He looked over his shoulder.

“Uhura’s with him.”

Jim stopped in his tracks. Turned back toward Bones. Nodded. “I’ll see him later then. Don’t want to interrupt anything.”

Bones smiled, and Jim detected the sympathy behind it. “Sure. Anyway, he’ll make a full recovery, so no need to be concerned.”

“Great. Thanks, Bones. That’s good news.” Jim smiled faintly and shook his head. “This was not the way I expected the day to go when I woke up.”

“None of us did.”

He turned to leave the medbay.

“Jim. Maybe you should tell him.”

“Nah.” He shrugged. “They’ll probably get back together.”

“Don’t think so.”

“Injuries do that. Look what happened after Altamid. See you later.”

The doors swooshed open and Jim headed down the corridor to the turbolift.

“Captain! Captain, wait.”

He stopped the turbolift door from closing as Uhura ran up to him. Her pony tail was still swinging.

“I couldn’t help but overhear what was being said between you and Leonard. He’s right. You should tell Spock.”

“What?” He started to shake his head.

“Trust me. He wants to know.” She pushed him out of the turbolift and let it close in his face.

Jim headed back to the medbay and to bed 4.

Spock’s eyes opened at his approach. He looked even paler than normal.

“Captain,” he said softly. “The doctor said you had left.”

Jim smiled and reached for Spock’s hand, which closed around his. “I’m not going anywhere.”