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"I assure you, Captain, I am quite recovered from my indisposition," Spock said as soon as McCoy and Chapel left them alone.
"Well maybe I haven't recovered yet, Mr. Spock. Have you considered that?" Jim said teasingly.
Spock looked concerned, if you knew him well.
"None of that now, Spock! I'll be right as rain come morning, but I don't think it's a bad idea to follow Dr. McCoy's advice in this instance. You haven't eaten anything for days and I could use a bit of time to recover from that fight down on Vulcan. Let's grab something down in the mess and bring it back to my quarters where you can catch up on the logs from the last week while we're eating and then we'll check to see if your mental faculties are back in working order with a game of chess."
"My mind is quite clear now that the fever has passed, Captain, but in this case Dr. McCoy's prescription is a logical course of action."
Jim grinned at the admission and gestured for Spock to proceed out of sickbay. "Don't worry, Spock, I won't tell Bones that you agree with him for once. Why, if I do, he might want to run another battery of tests on you."
"He is often correct when he confines himself to Human ailments, and your system was put through many trials in the past 24 hours, a quiet night in will give you a chance to recover."
"And you're coming along to make sure I don't bury myself in reports or sneak up to the Bridge?"
"Precisely, Captain, that is undoubtedly why Dr. McCoy gave me the same prescription."
"Of course it is Mr. Spock, who could possibly think otherwise," Jim said with a chuckle as they left the room.