Happy Birthday. Enjoy your hurt/comfort

Spock ran through the open doors and past a protesting Nurse Chapel.

“He’s in bed two, Mister Spock!” she yelled after him.

Spock turned and went toward bed two and discovered Jim attempting to sit up.

“Do not strain yourself,” Spock urged.

Jim made a face at him. “I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“I was told you collapsed in the medbay.”

“I fainted.”

Spock stared. “Fainted? But why?”

“Continue resting, Captain. Doctor McCoy wants to check you over.” Nurse Chapel appeared on the other side of the biobed Jim rested on. She took out a hypo.

“What’s that?” Jim asked, warily.

“Fluids,” she said cheerfully and then injected him. “He fainted at the sight of blood.”

Jim scowled. “It was a lot of blood. Ensign Wu tried to cut his hand off at the wrist in engineering and I happened to be here when Scotty brought him in.”

“He did not try to cut his wrist off, Captain,” she admonished. “He got caught in machinery and got a nasty gash.:

“It was dripping on the floor.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “But it’s cleaned up now.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me so I should be able to leave.”

“Doctor McCoy wants to look you over,” she said again.

“Oh Bones can stuff it.” Jim sat up and began to get off the bed, but as he went to stand his legs gave out and Spock had to keep his upright.

“My instructions were that he stay in bed!” McCoy exclaimed, suddenly appearing at of seemingly nowhere as Spock got Jim back onto the biobed.

“I told him,” Nurse Chapel said. “You know how he is.”

She moved off and Doctor McCoy took over.

“Damn it, Jim, do as your told.”

“All I did was faint,” he protested.

“Your vitals are all over the place, you’re dehydrated and you’re suffering from severe exhaustion.” McCoy glanced at Spock. “Aren’t you supposed to be looking after him?”

“Bones.”

“As Nurse Chapel just said, you know how he is,” Spock retorted.

McCoy shook his head. “You’ve earned yourself a night in the medbay.”

“What? Come on, Bones. I’m fine.”

“I say you aren’t.”

“I promise to rest in my quarters. I’ll drink fluids until they come out my eyes and ears. I swear.”

“No reports even.”

“Bones—”

“He will not,” Spock spoke up. “He will spend all evening and night in bed, eating and drinking properly.”

Jim opened his mouth, obviously to protest, but then saw the shared look between McCoy and Spock and sighed.

“Fine. Okay.”

“Do you think you can handle getting him back to his quarters or should I get a wheel chair?”

“No, no. No wheel chair!”

“I can assist him,” Spock replied.

“Okay. I’ll give you a list of instructions including food I want him to eat.”

“I’m right here,” Jim said.

“Uh-huh.” McCoy walked off.

Jim made a pouty face. “We were supposed to go to Frederick’s birthday dinner.”

Spock nodded. “I will notify them of our cancellation.”

“Well. You could go.”

“And leave you to disobey doctor’s orders? I think not.”

Jim smiled a little as Spock helped him off the bed. “You know me so well.”

“Of course.”

“That’s because you share brain,” McCoy cracked as he came back. “I sent the instructions to your PADD, Spock.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Come along, Captain.”

And Spock got his captain back to their quarters, with only minor grumbling.