Spock sat by the Disease Containment Unit, the glass showing him the sickly and delusional Kirk that lay almost lifeless on the bed. He just didn't understand why he would do this to himself, was it really his fault..? 

Kirk had woken up to the soft mummers of someone speaking to him, he sat up slowly and saw Spock, his forehead leaned against the glass, with his hand pressed against the glass as well/ "Spock!" Kirk yelled out happily, he really wasn't expecting Spock to be the one to visit him, but he wasn't complaining. Spock jumped at hearing his voice, when he opened his eyes he saw Kirk running towards him, but before he could tell him, Kirk ran head first into the glass wall. As he slid down, Spock felt so bad for the captain, tears running down his cheek, darkened veins, a mold like spore spreading across his cheeks. Spock couldn't take it, he stood quickly and forcefully opened the door, slamming it behind him, he grabbed Kirk by his cheeks and kissed him. He felt a cut from a thorn on his shoulder burning, sitting on that ground, Kirk in his hands, infection burrowing deep, cure or no cure, he wasn't going to leave.

"I Love You Too, Captain."