Jim groaned, his eyes opening, out of the warmth and darkness to see a familiar grumpy face.

"Booonnnes," Jim groaned, feeling unwell.

And there was something long, green but otherwise plant like in his hand.

"Don't be such an infant and eat it!" McCoy was leaned forward holding the asparagus out. "it won't kill ya."

"Noooo," Jim groaned, as the man leaned back.

"Ya lucky that Spock was there when you fell!" McCoy said. "if anythin', it would have been hours before ya woke up and ya might might have been even more sick!" he looked toward the screen. "No parasitical infection, pregnancy, invasion, disease, just the effects of bein' on a sugar planet and bein' attacked by defense mechanism." the doctor bounced on his toes.

"I am sorry for what I said last night," Jim apologized, admiring McCoy simultaneously being sick. He cleared his throat, tiredly, feeling the temptation of returning to sleep. Jim was sure that he was on a drug that was keeping him awake while his body fought off in dance battle. "I was stressed."

"Stressed about reassigning the Mill's sisters to USS Sleepy hollow?" McCoy said, turning toward the younger man's direction. The man nodded. "Sweety, eating healthy keeps ya around longer if Spock ain't there. He is not always goin' to be there," the doctor shook his head. "now don't give me any 'I am goin' to die alone bullshit because ya will die with me by your side makin' sure your life is hell."

"Thanks, honey," Jim said, with a smile.

McCoy held out the asparagus.

"You'll get better if ya eat it," McCoy advised him. "and Spock is mannin' the bridge. He doesn't like it."

"When does he ever like it?" Jim asked, jokingly.

"Hardly," McCoy said, as the man took the asparagus.

"And I do eat healthy," Jim argued back. "beef."

"That gets ya fat," McCoy said. "and it's synthetic. Not the real, livin' remains to a animal that lived months ago that absorbed nutrients." the doctor sat on the edge of the biobed. "Man, I love ya but there are vegetables that had lots of calories. Like taco pizza. Salad pizza. Corn-tomato pizza. Pepper berry corn pizza."

Jim took the doctor's hand and squeezed it.

"Thank you for trying," Jim said. "I appreciate it."

"And there is also engineered vegetables," McCoy finished, looking at the patient like he was a million worlds of beauty. "Got a lon's way since ya were a kid. " Jim started to lean forward to kiss his boyfriend but McCoy placed a hand on the man's lips. "Hold on," McCoy said. "ya sick," Jim's stomach grumbled. "kiss me when ya better," the doctor smiled with one hand rubbing along the side of the captain's cheek. "Ya can kiss me all that ya want after that."

Jim leaned back.

"Fine," Jim said. "But I am doing it for you."

"Doctor!" Christine called, coming in with a unwell Nyota who was holding a chocolate bar in one hand. "help!"

"Nurse T'Spol, get a bucket," McCoy ordered. "I'll get the asparagus!"

Jim could smell the nice, tasty scent coming from somewhere within the room. He took a bite out of the asparagus that felt soft and smooth and squishy in his track. He chewed it down into pieces making his way to the bottom until some of the skin was all that was left. He dropped his arms seeing Nyota's figure laid on to the biobed across. His eyes slowly draped over his eyes. McCoy went over to a comn terminal appearing to be annoyed and he heard something abut "Spock, calm your tits" and then he fell to sleep. It sounded just like McCoy to tell off Spock that way in order to calm his concerns about them.