This is the same Jim and Spock it has been all month
“You just had to go and get yourself injured.”
Jim rolled his eyes at his mother as she hovered by his hospital bed. A moment ago she had tucked the covers around him tight enough to make him think she was trying to make a mummy out of him.
“Right, because I did it on purpose. I thought ‘well, Mom wants me to put lights on the roof and that’s a perfect time to come crashing down.’”
“No, but for Heaven’s Sake, why does it always have to be you?”
Jim opened his mouth to reply when he was interrupted by the arrival of Spock who rushed in looking grim.
“Jim! I received a message that you had been gravely injured.”
Jim took hold of Spock’s hand and shot a glare to his mom. “She exaggerates.”
“He fell off the roof!”
“And only cracked a few ribs and got a concussion.”
Spock clung to his hand. “Why were you on the roof? I went to the store for groceries and the next thing I know I receive this message.”
Mom sighed. “My fault. I asked Jimmy to go up and install these tiny solar lights I bought to go up there. I should have hired someone.”
“I managed to do it fine,” Jim insisted. “It was when I was getting down that I slipped.” He smiled at his worried looking husband. “They repaired the ribs and they just want to keep me overnight for observation. Mom, here, tried to make sure I never moved again.”
Spock glanced over at the tucked in blankets. “Are you certain you will be all right?”
“Yes, of course.”
“As I was saying when you arrived, Spock. Jimmy’s always getting hurt.”
“He’s broken both arms.”
“Not at the same time.”
“This is his fourth concussion.” She paused. “At least. They should probably check you for brain damage.”
“Brain damage? Mom—”
“Can’t tell you how many times he’s cracked his ribs.”
“You’re freaking Spock out.”
She gave him a look. “And of course there’s the time you actually died.”
“Mom, you aren’t even supposed to know about that, I told you in confidence.”
“I’m not supposed to know my son died?” she exclaimed.
“Ssh. You are not helping calm Spock.”
“Well.” She looked sheepish, but then she smiled. “Maybe this will cheer him up.”
Jim frowned. “What?”
“Sarek’s on his way. When he heard about Jim, well he wasn’t too far, so he got on a shuttle and—”
“That does not keep me calm,” Spock said flatly.
“How did he hear about me?”
“Lovely. We’ll have a lovely family dinner when you get out of the hospital. It’s best for Sarek and I to get to know each other since we’re all family, you know.”
Jim mouthed sorry to Spock, who leaned down and kissed him.
“All will be well, Ashayam.”
He snorted. “Sure. Wait until we have that kid she mentioned.”