The infirmary ceiling was really boring. So were the walls. So were the curtains. There was nothing to take his mind of the pain in his ass, the pain in his head and the embarrassment he felt at the cause of his injuries.
"Hey." Sam poked her head around the curtain. "How are you feeling?"
Cam eagerly waved her in. "Man, are you a sight for sore eyes," he said. "I've been going nuts in here."
Sam raised an eyebrow as she perched on the end of the narrow cot next to his feet. "We only got back an hour ago, Cam."
"Feels like longer."
There was silence for a moment and then Sam spoke again. "So.... Captain Kirk...."
He groaned. "Don't say it."
"You always react like that when women throw themselves at you?" There was a smile tugging at her lips and her eyes were sparkling and he couldn't be mad at her.
"You know, I'm your CO. I could have you court-martialed for disobeying a direct order."
"Would that be before or after you trip over a bench, fall flat on your ass and hit your head hard enough to pass out?"
"You're not going to let me forget this, are you?"
"Wasn't planning on it, no." Sam patted him comfortingly on the leg.
Despite himself, Cam grinned. He'd take all the teasing in the world from his team because it meant they'd stopped treating him like the new guy. It made him feel like he belonged.