Dec 14, 2009 23:48
When he had a chance, Kirk did something he had to do. He slipped silently down to sickbay, and to the room where Spock had hidden himself. He punched in his override code, and slipped into the room. It was dim in the room... but never dark. Kirk had seen Spock's rooms - it was darker in his quarters then here. It was warm, and already he could feel himself starting to sweat.
Slowly he crossed the room, eying the sleeping Vulcan. Spock was curled up on his bed, his head in his hands. Kirk walked over to the edge of the bed, frowning. There was a bottle of vitamins and an empty glass of water on the table beside the bed. Kirk grabbed that and went into the bathroom, filling it up, sitting it back on the table.
Spock looked... messy. That wasn't normal. His hair was messy, and... Kirk was surprised to see a faint scruff on his jaw. As he watched, he saw Spock ... move. Almost like a wince.
He wiped his brow and sighed, leaning over the bed. "...worried about you." He whispered, brushing his fingertips over Spock's temple, through his hair. "Gotta wake up at the end of all of this. Not just for me... for Nyota, even for Bones."
He leaned over and touched his forehead against the side of Spock's head. I'm here for ya. You're not alone. You let me know... when you're gonna wake up, and I'll be here.
far from perfect,
sometimes the captain is human,
not so boldly going,
need you but can never tell