“I’m sorry you got sick because of me.”

Though Jim felt like crap, he didn’t really think it was fair to blame Spock. So, reluctantly, he sighed.

“It wasn’t from when you got sick, Spock.”

Spock looked at him doubtfully. “Are you certain?”

“That was more than a month ago. I’ve been fine since. I’ve just been doing too much. And I went out in the snow and it was wet and slushy and I didn’t change into dry clothes soon enough and my immunity was down.” He sighed and sneezed again into the tissue he clutched. He lay in bed all propped up with pillows and a big bowl of chicken noodle soup. “I didn’t finish chopping the wood.”

“I will do so. It will be done in no time.”

Jim appreciated that Spock didn’t mention that Spock could always get the wood chopping done much quicker than he could with his Vulcan strength and better vitality.

“I am sorry that you feel sick on your birthday,”

“Me too. I was looking forward to a big fat piece of cake. I can’t even taste it.” Or this soup, Jim thought, but he took a bit spponful anyway.

“We will celebrate when you feel better,” Spock promised. “I am going to go out and chop the wood and start a fire.”

“Sorry, Spock. I know you hate going outside when it’s cold.”

Spock’s lips curved. “I will survive.” He leaned over and pecked Jim’s forehead.

“Come back soon?” Jim knew he sounded pathetic. He didn’t care. He was whiny, damn it.

“Of course, Jim. I always come back soon.”

And Happy 92 birthday, TOS Captain Kirk. I just threw this together at the last minute so it’s not much! LOL