“What are you going to do?” Bones asked, standing beside him.

Jim stared down at Spock, lying in the biobed, currently aware of…nothing he supposed. He moistened his lips. “Stay by his side and pray for a miracle.”

Bones put his hand on his shoulder. “Scotty’s on the bridge. You’re not needed right now. If that changes, he’ll let you know.”

Jim nodded, swallowed hard. “Thanks, Bones.”

“He’s in the healing trance.”

“I know. I feel him.”

He stepped to the bed and took Spock’s hand. “Come back to me.”