Last Friday flash for April as we will be in May next Friday. Sorry for the simplicity. I’ve been fairly lazy and distracted this week. I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Spock rushed into the medbay, heart pounding in his side. He stopped abruptly when he spotted Jim sitting up on the edge of the biobed. Spock hurried forward.

“Jim—”

“Whabba dooba hweh.”

McCoy appeared by the bed. “Oh Spock. Hello. As you can see Jim’s face has blown up to twice normal size. His tongue too.”

“I was notified you were injured,” Spock told the captain.

“Nob awn injweee.”

Spock shook his head and looked to McCoy. “Explain.”

“Ensign Hightower offered him some dish he made from one of those plants on the planet we visited two days ago. Dummy here just took a big ol bite without thinking.”

“Ib swek mah tom ott bwt hwets.”

McCoy smirks. “It’s childish to stick your tongue out anyway.”

“You understand him?” Spock asked.

“Surprisingly. Anyway, I’m giving him injections to bring the swelling down and remove the toxins but I’ll be admitting him and keeping him overnight for observation.”

Jim’s lumpy swollen face managed to look sad and dejected. “Sowwy.”

“I am sorry you obviously are in pain and discomfort.”

“That will mostly past in an hour or so,” the doctor advised. “The worst is over. But I do want to admit him and get him to rest. You can come take him out of here in the morning.”

Spock nodded. “Very well. I will leave him in your capable hands.” He leaned over to see where he could place a quick kiss to his bondmate, saw none he really wanted to, honestly, so he reached over and stroked a finger on Jim’s normal looing hand.

“Rest well, T’hy’la.”

Jim sighed and nodded.

Spock left the medbay, thinking at least he’d be able to get caught up on some paperwork.