I’ve been kind of doing Tuesdays and Thursday this month, so this one is a bit late but better late than never. Follow up to Tuesday’s flash.
Jim opened his eyes to see Bones hovering over him with a medical tricorder.
Bones smiled slightly as he met Jim’s gaze. “Hey yourself. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good considering. How’s Spock?”
“Unconscious like last time but otherwise fine.”
Jim nodded and licked his lips. “Kinda thirsty.”
“You’re getting fluids currently and I’ll get you some water in a minute. I’ve ordered you some food too which the staff of this here fancy hotel is bringing up any time.” Bones lowered the tricorder. “Your vitals are near normal. But you need food, water, and rest.”
Jim smiled faintly. “Fortunately I’m in a luxury hotel for that. They even have a whirlpool tub.”
Bones nodded. “When you’ve slept some, go ahead and use it. Should help with any sore muscles. I’ve fixed any actual wounds.”
Jim arched a brow. “Were there a lot?”
“Nah, just a few. Nothing too dramatic.”
“How long will Spock be out?”
“I’d say twelve hours or so. I’ve given him fluids too but see that he eats when he wakes, will ya?”
“Of course I will.”
Bones straightened. “There’s the door and your food. I’ll bring it and then, you, after you eat, go to sleep.”
Jim smiled as Bones helped him to sit up in the bed, and got him situated with pillows behind him so he could eat.
Part of him was relieved they’d made it through another Pon Farr. But admittedly, part of him was sorry it was over. He’d heard terrible things about it before their first one. Spock had even been concerned. But it was nothing they couldn’t handle, either of them, and this one had been even easier.
He could see that Spock was in another bed in the hotel room, lying on his stomach, his hair standing on end every which way. But he looked peaceful, the intense desperation having passed.
And as Bones returned with his dinner, Jim felt pretty peaceful too.