K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC

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It was so sudden. He woke up with a flash, bright lights, soft sounds, a bed, he was alive?? But he'd died in the chamber...in engineering. Spock and he had exchanged that vulcan hand-thing whatever the hell it was. He'd died, he was dead. Was this heaven? Holy....

No. Bones was here nagging at him.

"Oh don't be so melodramatic, you were barely dead. You've been out cold for two weeks."

He was so...taken aback. What had happened? He just remembered being in the locked chamber watching Spock shed tears, glimmering tears of anguish as he slowly died of radiation poisoning... his heart lurched at the memory. He didn't know the vulcan was even capable...

And then Spock was in the room, approaching him. Suddenly... everything else was forgotten. Hell even Bones was gone in his mind, though he could hear the doctor put in a "You know Uhura and I had something to do with it too."

"....Thanks, Spock... for saving my life..."
 

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_{[His body was so tense for so long, trying to deal with the mental anguish... when it was over he slipped into sleep almost on command. His eyes closed and he slept against Spock's chest through the night. His end of the bond... it needed reinforcement. It needed Spock's attention to renew it.]}

[spohkh]

[Spock held Jim close to him while he slept on.... The Vulcan closed his eyes and slipped into deep meditation, focusing all his strength on the golden thread that represented their bond.

Within his mind, he caressed the stretched bond... building it, strengthening it...
...loving it. The Vulcan poured out his warmth into it, willing it to grow. And perhaps... if Jim was willing, he would initiate the next step in the bonding process when his mate awoke.]

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_{[The bond responded, growing strong once more over the course of several hours. When the morning came, Jim's mind was at peace, neatly restored. He stirred in Spock's arms, opening his eyes...then closing them and getting comfortable again. More sleep please.]}

[spohkh]

[Spock continued to meditate.... but slowly came out of it as Jim started to wake.
The Vulcan would honestly allow Jim to sleep as much as he wanted. Though he was surprised that Winona had not come up to visit them yet...
....unless she did without his knowledge.

Spock kissed Jim's forehead.]

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_{[Finally Jim shifted, rolling away from Spock, back to 'his side' of the bed. Or...his side this time, they hadn't yet claimed specific sides. Spock was nice to lay against but he was hot... Jim opened his eyes and stared blankly for a few minutes before looking over to Spock.]}

How'd you sleep?

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[Spock didn't sleep.... But he wasn't about to tell Jim that.]

I am well rested Ashaya. Did you sleep well?

[Spock kisses his forehead again...]

I am very sorry Jim.

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Yeah I did...

_{[He nuzzled into that kiss, reaching to hold Spock.]}

It's alright... you're here now.

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[Spock was so grateful that Jim was so forgiving. The Vulcan nuzzled him with enthusiasm...
..but was careful of his chest. He didn't want Jim to overexert himself after all.]

Is there anything I can do for you K'diwa?

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Ka-dee-wah? What's that one?

_{[He's content to lay here like a lazy person, but he is kind of hungry...]}

Maybe something to eat? What time is it anyway? _{[Maybe his mother had already started breakfast.]}

[spohkh]

It is another term for 'beloved'... Though it is usually used for children.

[Spock smiles a little as he touches Jim's exposed skin... anywhere he can find it.]

It is morning... I shall procure you some food.

[The Vulcan starts to stand, though he is tempted not to move from Jim's embrace.]

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_{[Jim smiles at the explanation.]}

Then you should save that one for later. We said we both want kids, right?

_{[He held onto Spock's hand as he got up, only letting go when he was physically out of reach.]}

I'll stay here like a good little boy. _{[Sarcastically spoken.]}

[spohkh]

[Spock gives Jim one last fond look... then heads out the door.

Making sure he retains mental contact with him at all times, the Vulcan makes his way downstairs to see what Winona is up to in the kitchen.]

Missus Kirk?

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Hm? Yes?

_{[She's investigating this box of vegetables that she doesn't quite understand.]}

I wanted to talk to you, did you bring this in? What are these?

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[Spock stepped up to her...]

Those are Plomeeks. A vegetable indigenous to Vulcan. It is much like Earth's carrot.

Jim asked me to pick some up while I went out yesterday.
[He could tell her that much, right?]

Jim is hungry... Do you have anything I can give him?

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Oh yeah? Interesting. We'll have to try some when he's well enough to explain to me how to cook these. Or... wait, silly me. I guess you have plenty of recipes from home for these don't you?

Oh right right, breakfast. I'll make up a scramble. It'll be easier for him to eat in bed.

How was your trip?

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I have access to recipes... but I do not know how to cook very well.

[Spock said this with some amusement... because it was always a surprise for people.
Spock goes to sit at the kitchen table.]

My trip was... adequate. There were several things that I had to see to in order to stay longer with Jim.

[Spock was thinking about it now... it wasn't that worth it anymore. Ka'adith.]

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Huh. True bachelor then. I'm not surprised. Most young men can't cook and the existence of replicators doesn't help. Jim's a blue rose in that regard.

_{[She watched him sit down.]}

Well you can certainly learn, can't you? Come on. I'll teach you. Scrambles are easy.

Jim said something about you taking time off to be with him through this whole "bonding process".

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Blue rose...? Ah yes, a rarity. Indeed he is.

[Spock stands again... never one to turn down a chance to learn and joins Winona once more.]

I have been vigilant in my time with the Academy. They cannot refuse my request to take time off.

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Oh don't be so sure. They play nice most of the time but they can refuse whenever they like. They refused me when George died. I had six weeks and I had to report back.

_{[She gets a crate of eggs and a large skillet out, then looks through the fridge and pantry. She grabs some cream, butter, a red pepper, an onion, some spinach, and some mushrooms.]}

Alright, have you ever broken an egg before?

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[Spock arches an eyebrow. Sure he hasn't had much to do with the higher-ups at Starfleet...
....correction, he hasn't dealt with their politics.

He can't imagine not giving someone in grief however much tie that they needed. He hoped that they wouldn't be calling him back...

Spock looks at the egg.... with a dubious expression.]

I have not.

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_{[She held her egg up, waiting for him to take one from the crate. Then deliberately cracked it twice against the edge of a mixing bowl, pulled the shell apart, and dropped the innards inside.]}

You try.

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[Spock gently takes an egg from the crate... and looks at Winona.

Spock attempts to calculate pressure and angle, but when he knocks it on the side of the bowl, the egg explodes.
Guess he hit it too hard.

The Vulcan blinks at the mess he made.]

My...apologies.

[Yes, he had egg on his face.]

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_{[She blinks as he blows the egg apart. She had never seen anything like that before. A small exclamation came from her in surprise. She hands him a kitchen towel and wipes the mess up.]}

Ah...let's try again.

_{[She hands him another egg.]}

gently. It doesn't take much.

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[Spock wipes the egg off his face and as much as he can from his shirt....

...Through the bond, he sends a picture to Jim of the mess he just made.

The Vulcan takes another egg.... and very gently, taps it on the edge of the bowl.
It cracks, and he manages to not get any shell in the bowl as the egg dumps its yolk.

Spock looks quite pleased.]

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What are you doing down there? Wait, are you cooking??

_{[Winona seems pleased and handed him another.]}

Can you break seven more? Here, practice.

_{[She gets butter into the skillet and starts melting it, then chopping the pepper.]}

You only eat the outside of it. This withered part here you don't eat, you just throw that out.

_{[She chops the onion and pepper in seconds and tosses them into the pan, then piles what looks like a pound of spinach on top.]}