"Come on, man, you can make it."
"Bones, I . . . if I don't . . ."
"Don't talk like that. You'll make it, kid, I promise. You have to."
"But if I don't. Leonard. There's . . . there's something I've been meaning to say."
"Hold that on tight, Ensign! Don't let up! And stop talking like that, Jim. You and me, remember?"
"Yeah."
"That's right. Now shut up, we're gonna beam you aboard. Spock! Scotty! Soon as possible would be great! Hang in there, Jim, nearly there."
"Leonard. It hurts."
"I know, kid, I know. You're doing great, you're gonna be fine. Scotty, can you hurry up?"
"I love you, Bones."
"What did I just tell you about talking?"
"It's true. I do."
". . . I love you too, kid. And that's why you've gotta make it."
"You and me."
"You and me to the very end, kid. Jim? Jim! Jim! Nurse, I need pressure here. Now. Hold it tight. Thanks, Ensign, but you can get out now. I need my hypos here. Now. Get him onto the bed. Nice and easy. Jim, can you hear me? Jim. You gotta make it, kid. You just . . . you gotta."
Just a little drabble. Disclaimer: I don't own star trek! Please drop a review!
