Short and sweet!

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Jim woke feeling better than when he’d fallen unconscious. He was sure of it.

He kind of sort of remembered a phaser blast that seemed way more than on stun but clearly hadn’t killed him. He thought at one point maybe he’d wanted to be.

But now he felt comfortable. Downright cozy. Very warm. And even loved.

And his head was resting against a very solid chest. For a moment he frowned, but then a hand softly massages the crown of his head and he closed his eyes, smiling.

“Rest easy, Ashayam. I will watch over you.”