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A/N: Written for JCFicHaven's Decathlon. The captain spends a night in sickbay for undisclosed reasons. A drabble only leaves room for the good part.
"How do you feel?" Chakotay's soft voice overflowed with concern. He stroked her face gently.
Kathryn looked up into his worried eyes, and felt the way he held her hand. She remembered how he had sat beside her all night, doing anything he could to ease her suffering.
"Loved," she said.
She saw the shock in his eyes. She never acknowledged his feelings.
He smiled, and bent down to kiss her forehead. "You are, Kathryn. Never doubt that."
"I never have," she said. The time had come. "You are too, you know."
"I know." He squeezed her hand. "Rest now."
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