“Jim, how many times have I told you—”
“A million. But it’s Spock, not me.”
Spock would have fallen to the deck of the transporter room if Jim did not have his arm around him to hold him up. He felt as weak as a newborn infant and he knew he was losing blood. Could see the green smears of that blood on Jim’s uniform shirt.”
“Damn it! Get a gurney here stat!”
Spock felt others grab him and lift him onto the medical equipment as Jim’s face swam before him.
“You’ll be okay, Spock. I love you.”