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

[done_in_3]

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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[done_in_3]

I understand. Call me if you need to, alright?

Tell Jim I'm thinking about him.

_{[Once the call was over Winona returned with not only a chair but a bit of food from the downstairs cafe. A thermos full of coffee for herself, a similar one with tea for Spock, and a small salad for either of them.]}



Here. Sit down you look about ready to drop. _{[She sat, making herself comfortable on "her" side of Jim's bed.]}

I suppose this misadventure will be more about you and I getting to know one another than anything to do with Jim here...

[spohkh]

[Spock says his goodbyes to Nyota.... and turns to help Winona. Sitting down on his own 'side' he regards her with a quirked eyebrow.]

Indeed?

[Really? Well... he supposed that was true. They had learned an awful lot about each other in such a short amount of time. It was rather curious in fact, this relationship that they were building. It was if they were continually on guard around each other, and yet, completely comfortable in a very strange way.

It was... fascinating.

Spock makes a small noncommittal noise.]

If you have any further questions, I suppose that now is a good time to do so.

[done_in_3]

_{[She isn't ready to emotionally invest in someone but she's getting to know him. It's difficult, nigh on impossible for a human to invest intellectually and not emotionally in another being. Even Winona can't do it completely but she can almost nearly know Spock's facts and not blink twice were something terrible to happen to him. It wasn't anything against him, she simply did this as a means to protect herself from the agony of losing another loved one.]}

You can ask me things too if you like...

Well... what are you like? What do you like to do in your spare time?

[spohkh]

[For the first time that evening, amusement crossed Spock's features.]

I have always found the term 'like' to be incredibly unhelpful. It is a word that means too much and yet nothing at all.

[Spock talks about it like it's an inside joke... his eyes twinkling..]

If you are referring to my passions and what it is I do for enjoyment... I ask that you maintain the image that I am a Vulcan. Vulcans do not have 'fun' in the same sense that humans do. I enjoy research, exploration, discovery....
....and on quiet evenings I enjoy chess and music.

What of yourself Missus Kirk? What are your passions?

[done_in_3]

...touche.

And point made. I suppose that was stupid to ask.

Do you consider yourself human at all?


Me. Right... I used to do a lot of things. I surfed, raced cars, drank too much. Then I had children. I ride horses, cook, and collect vintage items from the era George and I preferred. I play chess and swim and run most mornings though lately I've been negligent.

What kid of music do you like?

[spohkh]

[Spock listened with growing interest... Winona played chess? Wait..
...she sounded exactly like Jim.

Most curious.

Oh... human? Spock considers that for a moment.]

It is interesting how certain events can change your perspective on certain things. If you had asked me the same question before my mother died, I would have said no...and would have taken insult to the question. to be human is to be weak and emotional. And while Vulcans would never admit to thinking like that... it is nevertheless true.
On the other hand, I cannot deny the half that is human... to do so is illogical.
Since my mother's death I have been attempting to connect with the half of me that is all I have left of her. To say that I am human now would not give her justice.

A rather interesting perspective change, yes?

[Spock is silent for a moment...as if remembering something.]
As a youth I learned how to play the Vulcan lyre... a string instrument much like Earth's guitar or cello. I had learned to enjoy the music it produces... however my mother was always fond of Earth music, and played it often while my father was away on business.
To an extent I have an appreciation for most all music... I do not think I can pick a favourite.

Jim though... he sang once. If I was only to be able to listen to one type of music for the rest of my life, it would be his voice.

[done_in_3]

<sub>[Well that's genetics and familiarity from upbringing for you, Spock.

Indeed interesting... You were a typical child who denied anything he felt defensive of. A sign of youth.]</sub>

Are you happier at all with this perspective?

You play an instrument? That's wonderful. You ought to have Jim sing along sometime. He loves to sing... a teacher of his wanted him to pursue that for a career and I think he could have done it. But Jim always had his heart set on exploring the unexplored. Going where no one has ever been. Fame by itself had been done to death and it bored him much to my relief. I don't think life as a famous singer would have done him any favors. Anyway, I'm rambling sorry.

[spohkh]

[Spock makes eye-contact with her...]

Happy? Negative. However, you could say that I am trying my best Missus Kirk.

[Indeed he was. He was so far removed from everything he had learned.]

I... will play for you sometime, if you wish.

[Spock hesitated for a moment...]

Would you care for a game of chess?

[done_in_3]

That's more accurate for the human condition. You just try your best. It seems like that's what most of us spend our lives saying to each other anyway.

I think I'd like that. I know Jim would. He likes all kinds of music, Spock, including classical. He had this thing for a certain opera singer when he was a child. I wasn't sure for the longest time if it was her looks or her voice that he liked but I think it was just the production of it all, so grand and almost epic that grabbed his attention. What was her name...

hm?

Do you have a chess game on hand, Spock?

[spohkh]

[Spock nods... He knows he is more human than he lets on, yet lately he has been too emotional. It's not good for a Vulcan. He needs to find a balance.]

I do not... but I am certain that we can order one from the replicator.

[Spock wondered what kind of game Winona would offer him.
He had a passing thought of Jim being a professional singer...

...it was quite an alluring image.]

[done_in_3]

<sub>[Fantasize to your heart's content, Spock. Maybe some day the Enterprise will encounter an alternate universe where Jim is a singer and you can sweep him off his platinum record making feet. But until then the replicator is very willing to provide you with a chess board and your mother-in-law will play rather like a seasoned veteran. She isn't as good as Jim or rather she isn't as unpredictable as him. She is well versed in the major playing arcs of the game so be prepared for a wide range of games, Spock. Be grateful because you might be playing her for a while.

She plays like her own personality. Very defensive but allowing only her mediocre pieces to fall into Spock's possession. No bishops or knights are sacrificed until well into the game. Her queen is barely used and even then it's only when she can land a check on Spock.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock was quite pleased to note that Winona was an adequate chess player. He lost as many games as he won and they played well into the night...

After checking Winona Spock regarded her for a moment...]

Perhaps you should sleep now... you are fatigued.

[done_in_3]

_{[She enjoyed herself. Spock was a clever man and she had fun for the first time in a very long time... she merely nodded as she moved her rook]}

After this game. Don't think you're going to talk me out of this checkmate.

[spohkh]

[Spock nods... a small smile playing on his lips.]

Very well... I believe the phrase is 'do your worst'.

[A small amount of Vulcan humour.
It was a hard battle... but he had to hand it to Winona, she knew her chess.
Spock's examines the board as though there was a scientific explanation for why he lost...

....most curious.]

Shall I call for a cot for you Miss Kirk?

[done_in_3]

_{[She had to play against her husband and her sons for years. Enough said.]}

Yes, please. I think one of us should stay with him tonight. Leonard is here and he's stable. No sense in both of us getting cricked necks. I'm fine with either one so do you want to stay here tonight or go back to the house?

[spohkh]

[Spock hesitates for a moment... wondering if he's crossing any boundaries.]

I wish to stay. However, I do not require sleep.
If you desire to remain in Jim's room... then I can meditate in the waiting room.

[There's something...

....well.... Spock can't really put words to it. But he doesn't want to go very far away from Jim right now.]

[done_in_3]

Alright then. I'm heading home to sleep in an actual bed. I'll be back in the morning. Thanks for the game... I had fun.



_{[She smiled tiredly and exited the room. There was silence save for the sound of Jim's breathing and the machines he was attached to.]}

[spohkh]

[Spock stood as he watched Winona leave... glad to hear that she was going to get some proper sleep.

Now he was alone...


Eyes darting over to Jim's still form, he sits in the chair that Winona vacated... and takes Jim's hand in his own.

Closing his eyes, the Vulcan breathes. This.... this is what he wanted... needed.
The bond curled around Jim... soft and warm as he breathed in time with his heart. He would wait forever if he had to... ]

[done_in_3]

<sub>[Waiting forever is the same as saying he'll never wake up, isn't it? We'll have none of that here. Jim stirs a bit, clearly having had enough of a nap, and opens his eyes.]

Mnnn....Spock?

[He turns his head, breathing a bit unevenly as he woke up. His end of the bond signaled confusion, disorientation, and a desire for closeness. Why was his head still sore? What's wrong with this bond? It's been hurting his head all day. He can tell that Spock is near, but as lucidity dawns on him he also learns he is not in his own bed.]

Mnnn... where are we?</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock opens his eyes as Jim speaks... his breath caught in his throat as he lurches forward.. grasping Jim's hand.]

I am here Ashaya.... we are in the hospital. What is the last thing you remember?

[done_in_3]

Hospital? What....


We were sparring in the barn...

_{[Jim apparently took quite a bit of energy to think at the moment. Everything was so boggled and mixed up and his memories were only really coming back with intense labor as if trying to grasp at a dream half dissolved in the bright sunrise of consciousness.]}

...Lightning... he got spooked. Did he... did he hit me?

_{[he looked to Spock, blue eyes glowing in the moonlight coming from the window. Wait, it was dark?]}

It's nighttime? How long has it been?

[spohkh]

[Spock lifted his hand and held Jim's face... stroking his fingers near the temple.]

Calm yourself Ashaya... you are safe, and you are well now. You were indeed hit by your horse, but Doctor McCoy was able to tend to you.

[Spock stroked the bond with his mind... attempting to calm Jim as much as he could.]

It has been... approximately six hours since the accident. Your mother was here as well until recently.

[done_in_3]

_{[He was calm. He's just confused and in want of some answers. It also helps he has half a teaspoon of patience. He responds to Spock's efforts regardless and come to a placid state, now fully awake and ready to converse. Also he's famished. On second thought perhaps it's not really that Spock had a need to silence him with 'calmness' perhaps its just him wishing for Jim to be more in his comfort zone of vulcan emotional castration. A perfectly normal desire honestly. He'd prefer if Spock loosened up a bit more sometimes or if the Starfleet HQ were more carefree and had fewer sticks up their collective ass.]}

He did huh?... _{[His eyes darted to the window. The landscape, while small from his view, was of a car park, plantations in the background, and a sign planted proclaiming this unholy place as the Riverside Starfleet Medical Center.]}

Bones came all the way out here? How bad was it?

[spohkh]

[Spock, sensing Jim's gather patience, eases back...

He's not getting anything right lately.
Spock gathers his thoughts...hesitating...]

Jim... your heart stopped.

[done_in_3]

<sub>[Spock is getting plenty of things right. Stop.

Jim pauses, looking at Spock seriously.]</sub>

...

after... _{[Yes... he remembered the very last moment in the barn. His chest bloomed with agony and then everything went black when his head hurt rather boldly.]}

.....

... So you.... saved me.