Jim had intended to say goodnight, but it's all he can do to just keep his eyes open long enough to put the bottle down and crawl into bed. The discomfort of sleeping with the jacket on fades by the minute, providing absolutely no obstacle to his descent into sleep.
But it feels wrong.
Unnatural.
Like lying in the floor of the warp core's access corridor, radiation eating away at his body, the blurry form of Spock on the other side of the glass as darkness closes in around him. There's nothing waiting for him in the dark, just the inevitable pull down, down, down, with nothing he can do to fight it. He reaches out a hand to put it on the glass separating himself from Spock, but even as he does, he can feel his arm weakening, giving out as the last of his life leaves his body.
Jim shivers a little as the potion drags him down into sleep, and then he lies as still as he did when he was comatose at Starfleet Medical, with only the rise and fall of his chest to show that he's breathing.
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But it feels wrong.
Unnatural.
Like lying in the floor of the warp core's access corridor, radiation eating away at his body, the blurry form of Spock on the other side of the glass as darkness closes in around him. There's nothing waiting for him in the dark, just the inevitable pull down, down, down, with nothing he can do to fight it. He reaches out a hand to put it on the glass separating himself from Spock, but even as he does, he can feel his arm weakening, giving out as the last of his life leaves his body.
Jim shivers a little as the potion drags him down into sleep, and then he lies as still as he did when he was comatose at Starfleet Medical, with only the rise and fall of his chest to show that he's breathing.