“Do you understand what I’m telling you, Spock?”
“Yes, Doctor. Jim does not recall that we are together.”
McCoy nodded. “Yep. I’m sorry. I think he’s going to come out of the amnesia but it could take a bit of time.”
“Can I still go and see him?”
“Sure. But don’t expect a loving, romantic reunion, is all I’m saying.”
Spock arched a brow. “I won’t be long.”
McCoy patted his arm. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
Spock entered the area containing Jim’s biobed. He had his eyes closed and still looked pale to Spock. He opened his eyes when Spock approached.
“Hi,” Jim said softly.
“Bones said, um, that you and I are…”
Jim shook his head. “Strange.”
“And why is that?”
“We once hated each other.”
“I never hated you. But even still, that was a long time ago. Even prior to our relationship we had become friends,” Spock gently reminded him.
“Yeah. I know. Just…I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Sorry.”
“You owe no apology,” Spock told him. “Please rest. I will come again later.”
Spock turned away in disappointment even as Jim went back to closing his eyes. It was temporary, he tried to remind himself. Surely it was so.
to be continued