AN: I edited the previous version to add more details. I hope the really bad summary didn't scare you off, because wowwee it's bad.
Bones took a deep breath. "Jim..keep talking..about anything.. You've gotta stay awake..c'mon. Talk about something you love..or hate..anything" the doctor urged, cradling his captain's head in the underbrush. He had to keep the man awake. Anything to keep him conscious.
"I.." Kirk muttered, to which Leonard shushed him.
"Whisper..they might hear you.." he said, petting Jim's blood-caked hair. He could hear the distant booted footsteps of the native species of this planet. God be damned if they weren't one of the most intimidating people he'd ever seen.
"The ship's nice.. I love my ship. And I love space.. I like the stars.." Jim croaked out. He was hardly awake, or anything worth the description of conscious.
"Yeah? What do you like about the ship...?"
"I like the humming sounds...and the lights. I feel at home..." Kirk trailed off, becoming quiet.
McCoy took a deep, faltering breath as he heard the footsteps again, much closer this time. He leaned down and placed a quick, light kiss to Jim's forehead. "It's okay to sleep now.." he assured, whispering the statement into his friend's ear. He removed the tricorder and communicator from his belt, sending a short distress signal and their coordinates to the Enterprise crew. He knew it would reach them within the hour, the planet's thick atmosphere making direct contact difficult.
McCoy moved to pile up the small amount of kindling he'd gathered when he'd dragged Jim into the underbrush. Starting the fire had been less than easy, and in fact, had failed. He crossed a couple wires, and soon the device was encased in a fire caused by the sparks from the short-circuiting wires. The fire didn't need to be huge, just enough to keep the captain warm until the crew got the signal. He stood, setting out to try to get some sort of food. He was starved, and knew Jim would be by the time he awoke. He hoped the darkness of the dense planet would shield him as he moved.
Jim's hearing was fuzzy, and his head spun achingly. He couldn't recall a thing that had happened, short of beaming onto the uncharted planet of Lenalia. Considering he wasn't there now, he could only assume something had gone wrong.
"Captain... Sir.." came his first officer's concerned voice. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah...yeah...just.. Gimme a sec.." he muttered, rubbing his head. He opened his eyes, squinting against the harsh lights of the Med Bay. It took him a moment to realize that there was something absent.
The nagging of the CMO. Bones was always down his throat whenever this sort of thing happened, and Leonard had been planetside with him. "Spock..where's Bones?" he asked, glancing at the Vulcan, a look of concern over-taking his features.
The hybrid hesitated a moment, and Jim knew that the answer couldn't be good. "Commander..where is he?" the captain demanded now. "Tell me." his voice lowered threateningly.
"He..was not with you when we recovered you from Lenalia" Spock said simply. "We are left to assume he either perished or was captured by the Lenali."