“Oh good you’re awake.”
Leonard frowned and gazed up at his best friend as he rested on the biobed. “Isn’t that my line?”
“Usually. Listen, M’Benga says you’re going to be just fine, but you gotta rest for a couple of days. You took a nasty spill,” Jim told him.
“Rest? A couple of days? I don’t have time for that!”
“Now, Bones, calm down.” Jim patted his head. “I’m going to tell you what you always tell me and Spock.”
“You two are a couple of idiots. That’s different.”
“Uh-huh. Dr. M’Benga is a medical professional who knows exactly what he’s doing. Now be a good patient and rest like you’re told.”
“I feel fine,” Leonard grumbled.
“I’m sure. But you’re still resting in here for two days.” Jim paused dramatically. He was always dramatic as far as Leonard could tell. “Captain’s orders.”
“So, you’re gonna pull rank on me huh?”
Leonard frowned. “You look far too happy about that. Where’s the hobgoblin?”
“Fine, where’s Spock?”
“On the bridge taking command while I fret over you.”
“You? Fret over little old me?”
Jim smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Leonard snorted.
“Yes, I worry. I told you, you took a bad spill. Conked your skull. Got yourself a concussion. All that to get out of work.”
Leonard yawned. “I am a bit tired. It might be good to rest.”
“Of course it is.”
“It’s a full-time job looking after you two lug heads.” Leonard sighed. “How’s that going anyway?”
“Me and the other lug head are doing just great.” Jim straightened and stepped away from the biobed. “Go to sleep. I’ll come by to check on you later.”
“You’re enjoying this far too much,” Leonard grumbled.
“Not a chance. Go to sleep. I’m going to go captain.” Leonard sighed, grumbled again, and closed his eyes.