Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

After Mission

And Kris’s birthday flash and she loves H/C so here it is…

Spock entered the hospital room, glanced around, spotted his husband, and quickly approached. There was a severe looking woman hovering over Jim in the hospital bed.

“You can’t be here,” she snapped at Spock. “This is a private room and there are no Starfleet visitors allowed.”

Spock bristled. “I am Admiral Kirk’s husband. I most definitely can be here.”

“Now listen here—”

“Spock, come in. Come here,” Jim said. He smiled faintly. He looked pale and battered and bruised. “I’m fine. This is my nurse, Eloise.”

Spock approached and ignoring the glaring nurse seized hold of Jim’s outstretched hand. “What happened? Are you all right?”

Eloise sniffed. “He fell down a flight of stairs. He’s lucky he didn’t do more damage than he did. You can’t stay long. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Jim watched her leave with some bemusement. “Sorry for the gargoyle. She knew my mom I guess, a long time ago. God knows what Mom told her.”

“Are you all right?” Spock asked again. “When they told me you had been severely injured and in the hospital—”

“Not severely. I felt a little woozy at the meeting. I guess I have a bit of a fever. The flu or something. I fainted.”

“Fainted? Why did they not take you here at once? How did you fall down stairs?”

“I told them I didn’t need the hospital. It was just a little fainting. I’d go home and rest. You know how it is.”

“I definitely do not know how it is,” Spock said with a touch of force in his tone.

Jim laughed softly. “So I left and was going to go home. The stupid lift broke again, so I decided to take the stairs. I took a few steps and went down.”

Spock’s heart thundered rapidly in his side. “You could have died.”

“I have a hard head.”

“You hit your head?”

“And some other things. Yeah. But I’m okay. There were others with me so I got help right away, which helped tremendously. And I guess I gotta stay here for three days. I’m sorry about that.”

“I will stay with you. No matter what the gargoyle says. I will arrange to have a cot brought in so I can stay by your side. And when you do go home I will watch over you until you are cleared.”

“I’m pretty sure when they release me in three days I will be medically cleared.”

“I am speaking of being cleared by me,” Spock advised him. He leaned down to kiss Jim’s forehead. “I will be back. I am going to speak to medical personnel as well as the gargoyle. A bed will be brought in shortly. This is a Starfleet hospital.”

“And you’re going to throw your weight around, aren’t you, babe?”

“When it comes to the care of my mate, there is nothing I will not do,” Spock agreed. “I will return.”

Jim smiled. “Good. Hurry back. I’ll miss you.”

Spock touched his fingers to Jim’s and left to take command of the situation. He was secure in the knowledge he could out gargoyle anyone.