Jim woke to a warm hand on his face.
He was lying down and not on the hard asphalt he would have expected given he had collapsed in the parking lot. And why had he anyway? Ordinarily he was not the fainting sort.
He was pretty sure about that.
“You are awake.”
The voice was familiar and yet not. It made him feel…safe. Which was altogether odd.
He opened his eyes slowly and found himself staring into very dark brown eyes. Dark chocolate framed by long lashes. And strangely arched eyebrows. And a woolen forest green beanie pulled down over the tips of his ears.
“You,” Jim said, softly.
The man’s head tilted at an angle and for a moment Jim felt queasy.
“I apologize. You hit your head when you fell. You likely have a concussion.”
“Where…”
“You are in the bed of your own room in the farmhouse you are currently residing in.”
Jim turned his head to look, but it hurt to do so.
“Easy. Do not try to move too quickly.”
“Do I know you?”
The man looked pensive and he seemed to hesitate before responding. “Here where you are now you do not.”
“But…you know where I live?”
“I do,” he admitted. “It is complicated.”
Jim didn’t think he was up to complicated things right now. His head was still fairly fuzzy though it only seemed to ache when he tried to move it.
“That man.”
“What man?”
“The dean at the college. He called himself McCoy, I think.”
The beanie man nodded. “Do not worry about that now, Jim.”
“What…who are you?”
“I am Spock.”
“Spock,” Jim whispered and somehow that name seemed…well, he didn’t know what it seemed.
“It will be all right, Jim,” Spock assured him. “I am going to assist you in sitting up and then I am going to give you some tea to drink. Are you hungry?”
“I think so.”
Spock put his hands under Jim’s torso and carefully lifted him into a seating position on the bed. He’d already propped up pillows for Jim to lean against.
Jim blinked. “My shoulder up by my neck hurts a bit.” He tried to turn his head to see but of course couldn’t.
“There is a slight bruise there, but it will fade and become less painful.”
“A bruise? Weird.”
“Indeed,” Spock murmured. He reached over and took a mug from the bedside table and handed it to Jim. “Here is your tea.”
He took a sip from the warm tea. “How’d you get into the house?”
“I found the key on your person.”
Jim nodded, wondering what to think about that. His mind seemed too fuzzy to give it much consideration, and for the moment anyway he didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger. And the weirdest part was that he wanted to trust Spock. Which was probably crazy and due to having a head injury.
“If you will continue to drink your tea, I will go and make you some food. What would you like?”
“I think I have a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup.”
“Canned soup?”
Jim smiled a little and nodded.
Spock shrugged slightly. “Very well. I will be back with your soup. Try not to move too much.”
“Okay.”
And Jim watched Spock leave the bedroom.
He still was…missing something. He didn’t know what.