Uhura's POV

The doctor told me to stay away; that it would be best to help Spock preserve his Vulcan dignity. No man, he said, wants his woman to see him weak.

God it's been hard. I even had to talk with his father. Sarek must have sensed something was off with Spock through their Vulcan familial 'link.' I intercepted his call and let him know Spock was recovering from a problem with some medications. It wasn't exactly a lie. He seemed to accept it, mostly based on my reassurance.

Dr. McCoy notified me that Spock was out of detox. I rushed down to sickbay and the doctor's trying to update me on Spock's medical condition but he gives up when he sees he's not holding my attention.

He sighs. "Okay. Go see lover-boy in there, but keep it clean and don't over-do it. He's exhausted, mentally and physically. Emotionally, too, and you know as well as I that he'd die before he'd admit it."

I stop at the foot of his bed and call his name softly.

He quickly sits up and holds his hands out to me, and I slowly go to him. When I place my hands on his palms, he pulls me into an embrace, nuzzling my hair and whispering my name. I push away to study his face, but he has a hard time meeting my eyes. I put my hands on either side of his face.

"How are you…feeling?"

"Terrible. Better."

"Look at me."

I see all the emotions that have been absent from those once again beautifully expressive eyes: guilt and shame, and exhaustion, but also love, desire. "You're back." I say, my voice cracking.

"I'm…sorry." He whispers, his eyes searching my face. "I do not entirely understand my own actions. What I did was…most illogical." His hands wrap around mine and he pulls them to his chest. "I am…most grateful you are here."

And then the next thing I know we've been making out for I don't know how long and I'm in the bed beside him, his hand sliding along my side. The lights dim and I hear the click of the privacy lock.

I giggle nervously, embarrassed to have lost all decorum like that. Poor Dr. McCoy.

Spock touches a finger to the tip of my nose. "What makes you laugh?"

"Dr. McCoy has just offered us a little privacy."

"A fascinating therapeutic choice." He leans his forehead against mine. "I approve."