Jim had just stuck his spoon into dark red colored gelatin when a Vulcan came hurrying in. If he were not Vulcan, Jim would have said he ran. But that was completely undignified.
The Vulcan, Spock, stopped short when he saw all the red and pink carnations and roses surrounding Jim’s hospital bed. The frown was slight but noticeable.
“Hi.” Jim smiled, even though he felt like crap. But seeing Spock put the first smile on his face since he got there. “You didn’t smuggle me in a hamburger, did you?”
“He better not have,” Nurse Ratched screeched. Okay, her name was Palmer but close enough. She glared at what Spock held clutched in his hands. A big heart shaped box of chocolates. “He can’t have those either.” She snatched the box away.
“Hey!”
She shook her head without sympathy. “I’ll hold it for you until you can have it. Hopefully there will be some left but no guarantee.” She eyed Spock again. “You his boy?”
Spock sniffed. “I am a Vulcan.”
“His boy Vulcan then.”
Jim cleared his throat, about to tell Ratched Spock was just a friend, but instead Spock said, “I am.”
Jim blinked.
“Well, then how is it he got in a bar fight that gave him a broken arm, ribs and a concussion?”
“Obviously I was not there.”
“Humph. You get ten minutes and then out for the night. He needs his rest.”
She departed and Spock moved closer.
“You have many admirers.”
“What?’
Spock gestured to the flowers.
“Oh. Yeah. Just. I don’t know. Valentine’s Day.” Jim sighed. “You got me chocolates?’
“Milk chocolate butter toffee.”
“Oh my God. And I’m stuck eating this.”
“If there is none left, I will get more for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course. How do you feel?”
“Pretty bad, honestly. Thanks to that stupid fight I’m missing out on a date with you. Uh, I mean, dinner. Dinner. You know, not a date or anything.” He was beet red he was sure.
“It was meant to be a date,” Spock said softly. “What caused the fight?”
“Some assholes shooting their mouths off about my family.” Jim shook his head. “I need to let it just slide off my back.”
“But you have a temper.”
“A little. I’m sorry.”
“I am sorry you are feeling badly. But I assure you when you are released, we will still have out date.”
“We will?”
“Apparently I have not made my intentions clear enough.”
“Clear enough?”
“I am not going anywhere, Jim. And my interest is serious.” Spock paused. “Do you think I buy milk chocolate toffee for anyone?”
Jim laughed softly. “Probably not. I really want to kiss you.”
Spock leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss.
“That’s it?” Jim complained.
“There will be many more when you have recovered.” Spock touched two fingers to Jim’s, then sort of wrapped them around each other. “In the meantime, there is this.”
Jim smiled. “That’s nice.”
“All right. Out now.” Nurse Ratched came back in shooing Spock away. “Come back in the morning. He’ll be released then.”
“Very well.”
Spock headed to the door to exit.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Spock.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jim.”
PS. I think I may go back to regular Flash Fic Fridays
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 