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Spock was awoken when he felt Jim scramble out of the bed and run quickly for the bathroom. Spock sleepily blinked his eyes before following the blond and silently wetting a washcloth with cool water from the sink. Spock knelt by Jim's side, washing away the sweat on the back of his neck with the wet rag. The Vulcan waited patiently while the human retched and dry heaved, until he finished and sat back, resting his head against the door of the shower.

"I will contact Dr. McCoy, while you brush your teeth" Spock told him, and Jim nodded, letting Spock help him to his feet. Spock listened to the sound of running water while he waited for the doctor to answer.

"McCoy" came the gruff voice over the line.

"Please come to our quarters Doctor" Spock said.

"What's the matter?" the doctor asked.

"Jim is not feeling well" Spock replied.

"Alright, I'll be right there" the doctor sighed, ending the transmission. Spock returned to the bed to find a shivering Jim curled into a ball on top of the covers asleep. Shaking his head slightly the Vulcan pulled the covers out from under the human and tucked them around the blonds shoulders.

Seconds later the door chimed, alerting Spock that Doctor McCoy had arrived, and the Vulcan made his way to the door, allowing the doctor in. McCoy was carrying a bag with him that Spock was sure was full of different types of hypos.

"So what did you call me here for?" the doctor asked.

"Jim is ill this morning" Spock replied.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before he got sick" McCoy sighed. Spock simply nodded; he had expected it as well when members of the crew had gotten sick with the flu. Jim's immune system was weak as a result of his premature birth. Anytime the crewmembers got sick, Jim would eventually get sick as well.

"Hey kid, wake up for a few minutes" McCoy said, shacking Jim slightly to wake him up. Jim opened sleepy blue eyes and stared up at the doctor.

"I need to see if you have a fever," McCoy explained, running the device over the blond mans forehead.

"It's not that bad for right now, if it gets bad, cool him down and call me immediately" the doctor told Spock, who nodded once again. Bones gently pressed a hypo to Jim's neck.

"That will help settle your stomach and help you sleep" the southern doctor told him. Jim nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep again.

"Thank you Doctor" Spock said as he walked the doctor back to the door.

"No problem. Take care of him, and call me if you need me" Bones responded.

"I will" Spock nodded, as the human left and headed back to sickbay.

XXX

Jim felt horrible, his stomach hurt, he had a headache, and his entire body ached. He was too hot with the covers on, but too cold when he took them off. His throat hurt from coughing, and when he wasn't coughing he was sneezing. He couldn't breath through his nose, and it was sore from how many times he had already had to blow his nose.

Jim nearly tripped over the sheet wrapped around his foot, when he tried to rush to the bathroom again. He barely made it to the restroom before his stomach decided it could no longer hold what little was left in it. Jim felt a cool wet cloth wiping at the back of his neck for the second time that day, and allowed himself to enjoy it for a few seconds.

"Go away Spock" Jim groaned, resting his overheated forehead against the cool toilet seat.

"Jim?" Spock asked, confused at why the blond would want him to leave when Jim had been reluctant to leave him when he had been ill the month before.

"Don't want you to see me like this" Jim said softly.

"Why is that? I wish to take care of you," Spock told the blond seconds later when Jim had once again finished retching into the toilet.

"It's unattractive." Jim whined, and Spock couldn't help but smile slightly.

"T'hy'la, you could never be unattractive to me, you are beautiful, even now" Spock reassured, Jim only snorted.

"I have my head in a toilet throwing up my guts, I'm all sweaty, I can't keep anything down, and my nose is running" Jim pointed out.

"None of that is your doing, and it is only temporary" Spock argued.

"You don't have to take care of me Spock, I've been sick before" Jim told him.

"I wish to take care of you Jim, as you took care of me" Spock retorted.

"It was my fault you got sick," Jim argued.

"No it was not, I am the one who decided to jump in the water to get you, you did not pull me in or push me in" Spock pointed out.

"You got sick, saving me," Jim said.

"It was my choice to save you. No more arguing, you will not win" Spock told him, helping the human to stand so that he could brush his teeth. Once Jim had finished the Vulcan followed Jim back to the room, tucking the covers back around him when he had laid back down.

XXX

Jim's illness only got worse two days later, the blond human was no longer able to stand due to dizziness and Doctor McCoy admitted there was nothing that he could do for him. Spock still took care of him, placing cool washcloths over his forehead to help with Jim's fever, making sure that he took the medicine McCoy told him to, and forcing his T'hy'la to eat and drink.

Spock felt helpless, as helpless as he had felt when Vulcan had been destroyed, as he watched the man he had grown to love shiver. Jim could not seem to stay warm, and there was nothing Spock could do to help him.

"Jim is there anything you want me to do?" Spock asked and Jim just shook his head, eyes closed, and curled under the blankets.

"Are you still cold?" Spock asked and again Jim didn't say a word only nodded. Jim had two starfleet issued blankets covering him as well as a quilt Amanda had made for Spock while he had still been in the academy. Instead of getting another blanket, Spock slid under the quilt and settled against Jim's back, his arm wrapped protectively around Jim's waist, and the blond head tucked under his chin. Jim rolled over and snuggled as close as he could to the Vulcan, and falling asleep, feeling warm for the first time in a while.

"Rest Jim, I will keep warm" Spock whispered, rubbing Jim's back through the blankets.

The End!

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Spock was awoken when he felt Jim scramble out of the bed and run quickly for the bathroom. Spock sleepily blinked his eyes before following the blond and silently wetting a washcloth with cool water from the sink. Spock knelt by Jim's side, washing away the sweat on the back of his neck with the wet rag. The Vulcan waited patiently while the human retched and dry heaved, until he finished and sat back, resting his head against the door of the shower.

"I will contact Dr. McCoy, while you brush your teeth" Spock told him, and Jim nodded, letting Spock help him to his feet. Spock listened to the sound of running water while he waited for the doctor to answer.

"McCoy" came the gruff voice over the line.

"Please come to our quarters Doctor" Spock said.

"What's the matter?" the doctor asked.

"Jim is not feeling well" Spock replied.

"Alright, I'll be right there" the doctor sighed, ending the transmission. Spock returned to the bed to find a shivering Jim curled into a ball on top of the covers asleep. Shaking his head slightly the Vulcan pulled the covers out from under the human and tucked them around the blonds shoulders.

Seconds later the door chimed, alerting Spock that Doctor McCoy had arrived, and the Vulcan made his way to the door, allowing the doctor in. McCoy was carrying a bag with him that Spock was sure was full of different types of hypos.

"So what did you call me here for?" the doctor asked.

"Jim is ill this morning" Spock replied.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before he got sick" McCoy sighed. Spock simply nodded; he had expected it as well when members of the crew had gotten sick with the flu. Jim's immune system was weak as a result of his premature birth. Anytime the crewmembers got sick, Jim would eventually get sick as well.

"Hey kid, wake up for a few minutes" McCoy said, shacking Jim slightly to wake him up. Jim opened sleepy blue eyes and stared up at the doctor.

"I need to see if you have a fever," McCoy explained, running the device over the blond mans forehead.

"It's not that bad for right now, if it gets bad, cool him down and call me immediately" the doctor told Spock, who nodded once again. Bones gently pressed a hypo to Jim's neck.

"That will help settle your stomach and help you sleep" the southern doctor told him. Jim nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep again.

"Thank you Doctor" Spock said as he walked the doctor back to the door.

"No problem. Take care of him, and call me if you need me" Bones responded.

"I will" Spock nodded, as the human left and headed back to sickbay.

XXX

Jim felt horrible, his stomach hurt, he had a headache, and his entire body ached. He was too hot with the covers on, but too cold when he took them off. His throat hurt from coughing, and when he wasn't coughing he was sneezing. He couldn't breath through his nose, and it was sore from how many times he had already had to blow his nose.

Jim nearly tripped over the sheet wrapped around his foot, when he tried to rush to the bathroom again. He barely made it to the restroom before his stomach decided it could no longer hold what little was left in it. Jim felt a cool wet cloth wiping at the back of his neck for the second time that day, and allowed himself to enjoy it for a few seconds.

"Go away Spock" Jim groaned, resting his overheated forehead against the cool toilet seat.

"Jim?" Spock asked, confused at why the blond would want him to leave when Jim had been reluctant to leave him when he had been ill the month before.

"Don't want you to see me like this" Jim said softly.

"Why is that? I wish to take care of you," Spock told the blond seconds later when Jim had once again finished retching into the toilet.

"It's unattractive." Jim whined, and Spock couldn't help but smile slightly.

"T'hy'la, you could never be unattractive to me, you are beautiful, even now" Spock reassured, Jim only snorted.

"I have my head in a toilet throwing up my guts, I'm all sweaty, I can't keep anything down, and my nose is running" Jim pointed out.

"None of that is your doing, and it is only temporary" Spock argued.

"You don't have to take care of me Spock, I've been sick before" Jim told him.

"I wish to take care of you Jim, as you took care of me" Spock retorted.

"It was my fault you got sick," Jim argued.

"No it was not, I am the one who decided to jump in the water to get you, you did not pull me in or push me in" Spock pointed out.

"You got sick, saving me," Jim said.

"It was my choice to save you. No more arguing, you will not win" Spock told him, helping the human to stand so that he could brush his teeth. Once Jim had finished the Vulcan followed Jim back to the room, tucking the covers back around him when he had laid back down.

XXX

Jim's illness only got worse two days later, the blond human was no longer able to stand due to dizziness and Doctor McCoy admitted there was nothing that he could do for him. Spock still took care of him, placing cool washcloths over his forehead to help with Jim's fever, making sure that he took the medicine McCoy told him to, and forcing his T'hy'la to eat and drink.

Spock felt helpless, as helpless as he had felt when Vulcan had been destroyed, as he watched the man he had grown to love shiver. Jim could not seem to stay warm, and there was nothing Spock could do to help him.

"Jim is there anything you want me to do?" Spock asked and Jim just shook his head, eyes closed, and curled under the blankets.

"Are you still cold?" Spock asked and again Jim didn't say a word only nodded. Jim had two starfleet issued blankets covering him as well as a quilt Amanda had made for Spock while he had still been in the academy. Instead of getting another blanket, Spock slid under the quilt and settled against Jim's back, his arm wrapped protectively around Jim's waist, and the blond head tucked under his chin. Jim rolled over and snuggled as close as he could to the Vulcan, and falling asleep, feeling warm for the first time in a while.

"Rest Jim, I will keep warm" Spock whispered, rubbing Jim's back through the blankets.

The End!