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Mccoy punched in the well known code, entering his own quarters. He rubbed his eyes sluggishly. It had been a horrible shift. After an encounter with a Klingon ship and some energetic beings that drained their ship, the damages were extensive and the wounded were many.
Sickbay had been flooded with injured crew members for hours and finally after a grueling triple shift, they managed to cut down on the needing.
He was sent away as soon as it was clear that only some scrapes and bruises were left to mend, so he slowly went to his quarters, feeling like death.
Leonard stared unfocused at his desk, brain slow and fogged up after the adrenaline crash. Something was off, but pinpointing it was impossible. Shrugging he decided that would be a problem for future him.
He had been forced to take multiple sonic showers in sickbay already as was the rest of the medical staff, it had been a messy day, but at least it absolved him from the duty of doing it now.
Struggling to get his boots off he leaned against the wall, sitting on the bed or even just sitting down would knock him out cold. After some more tugging they fell to the floor with a thud. Soon joined by his blue tunic and star fleet issued undershirt.
As he stumbled towards the bed, he noticed a lump, coming closer he wondered who it might be as pointy ears emerged from the blanket pile.
Smiling softly he poked the pile, a soft noise escaping from it, sleep heavy eyes locking with his. It had been a stressful affair for all of them.
"Ashayam" came the whispered greeting, two fingers sneaking out from under the blanket. Meeting them with his own two digits, he asked softly "Can ya scoot over, love?"
After some wriggling Spock opened up his cocoon inviting Leonard to join. Clumsy, the latter fell more than anything into his husband's open arms, only remembering a soft kiss being dropped on his head and strong arms enveloping him, before blacking out.