Jim couldn’t remember feeling this bad ever. Mommy must have been worried too, because despite the fact Mommy’s new boyfriend, Frank, didn’t want to be bothered taking Jim to the hospital, because he told Jim’s mommy that Jim was just faking it for attention. That Jim didn’t want Mommy going out with Frank.
“If you had waited too much longer, I’m not sure he would have made it,” the nice doctor said to Mommy. Jim heard them talking near his bed, trying to be quiet. “He’s very sick.”
They left him alone then, to go talk some more, Jim guessed.
But then a man stood over his bed. One Jim didn’t know. But he was not human, Jim knew. He had pointy ears and dark eyes, that were kind when Jim looked at him.
“Are you a Vulcan?” Jim asked, weakly
“Shh. It is okay. Do not speak.” The Vulcan put his hand on Jim’s face. “You have a fever.”
“Mommy says I’m very sick.”
“You are, Jim. But I am here to help you.”
“Are you a doctor?”
“Something like that.” His finger spread out across Jim’s cheek. “Go to sleep, Jim. When you wake up, you will feel better.”
The Vulcan smiled very slightly. “All will be well.”
Jim felt a warmth in cheek that flowed from his skin and seemed to envelope him. And his eyes felt so heavy. The fingers moved from his face as he fell into a deep sleep.