For a moment, his mind is blank of anything but one blaring cry of NO!, and then he is by her side, easing her into his arms, careless of the blood and grime covering the floor like a morbid blanket. He hears nothing but the blood rushing in his ears, the frantic speech of his colleagues fades to background noise as he watches Toshiko— his beautiful Toshiko— slipping away from him.
There's a lull in talk and action, or something changes, and Toshiko looks right at him, and suddenly she's there. The slight psychic ability that he knew she'd always had and now they've locked eyes and he can feel her in his head.
Toshiko.
My Captain. A small smile flits across her face. Then, I can't…
It's okay. We love you. It's okay.
Thank you, Jack. Thank you for saving me.
Then she's gone.