“Captain. Are you all right? Captain?”

Jim came to with the sound of Spock’s question ringing in his ears. The pain was almost unbearable. He clutched at Spock, who suddenly hovered over him.

“Spock…God, it’s…I can’t.”

“Hang on, Captain. Help is on its way.”

“Don’t…” Jim sucked in a breath. “Not going to…”

“You will. It will not be long.”

“No. Spock…I-I’m sorry. I wish…”

“Jim! Jim! No. Jim. Jim.”