Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

This should bring us to the Thanksgiving Riverside visit

Jim woke up gasping and looking into the grumpy face of Bones.

“What—?”

“Easy. You’re in Starfleet Hospital. But you’re okay.”

“Hospital? Why?”

“Your boyfriend and his parents brought you here,” Bones explained. “You had an allergic reaction to the batter on a root at the restaurant where you were dining.”

The memories kicked in, and Jim nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Bones patted his shoulder. “Want help sitting up?”

Jim moistened his lips and allowed Bones to help him into a seated position. It looked as though he was just in a room with an exam table and not an admitted room.

“Where are they?’

“Out in the waiting area. Well, Spock is. I think his parents left after I assured them you were going to be fine and would be released as soon as I got you up. How do you feel?”

“A little tired but pretty good. It’s nice to be able to breathe.”

“Right? I have something for you,” Bones told him. “You have to carry it with you at all times.”

“What? Why?”

“In case that happens again.” Bones showed him an injectable pen. “This is it. You had anaphylactic shock. That ever happen before?”

Jim shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“We don’t need to take chances. If it happens again, you could die. Better to carry this. I’ll explain it all to Spock too, in case you aren’t capable of injecting yourself. I’ll also want to test you for other allergies but for now don’t eat anything with the Frieresty Weed in it.”

“That was in the batter?”

“Yes. It’s commonly used in that particular Vulcan dish. Like I said, I’ll be giving full instructions to Spock.” Bones eyed him. “He mentioned you’re going to move in with him.”

Jim winced. “I did kind of say yes, yeah. I was going to tell you after the Thanksgiving break.”

“I see.”

“Speaking of, you want to come with us to Riverside for Thanksgiving? Mom’s making a feast.”

Bones smiled slowly. “A feast huh? Turkey and all the fixings?”

“Of course.”

“All right. I’ll come. You think she’ll mind?”

“Nope.”

“How about him? He gonna mind?”

Jim laughed. “No. But even if he did, I’d persuade him. So I can go home?”

“Yes. Well, with Spock. I want him to keep an eye on you.” Bones helped him down from the table. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”