Now, the Vulcan had carried his half unconscious friend to coordinates at which he had beamed down too.
The Enterprise should have pulled into Federation Space, waited and then returned for them, but Spock became increasingly worried at the lengthening silence from his communicator.
Walking back to his comrade, he stooped down.
Blue eyes opened and McCoy grunted. "I'm awake."
Spock nodded and surveyed the doctor's arm.
"I fear your arm is broken."
"Of course it's broken, Spock! I fell down a five meter hole! Anyone but a Vulcan would have a broken arm!" Bones growled, wincing as he shifted to inspect his arm further.
"All the more reason to get to the ship faster."
As Spock stood to leave, his arm was yanked weakly. He raised an eyebrow down at the frowning doctor.
"Spock, If the Enterprise doesn't come soon… you're gonna have to set my arm…"
The Vulcan tensed.
McCoy looked so fragile to him. He couldn't break a bone back into place… it would be far too easy – and far too painful. He knew how too and he also knew that McCoy was far too weak to do it himself.
"The ship will arrive shortly."
Flipping open the communicator once again, he looked up at the sky.
"Enterprise, come in. Enterprise."
No answer.
One hour.
"Spock."
The Vulcan turned slowly.
"Yes doctor?"
"You have to set my arm."
Brown eyes flitted to the sky, as he inhaled sharply.
"I understand that."
McCoy struggled to sit upright.
Big hands seemed to far too easily wrap around the bloodstained blue sleeve. The doctor looked up at the Vulcan quickly.
"You know how to do this, right?" He breathed.
Spock lowered his eyebrows. "Of course, doctor. Hold still."
He tried to mute the sound of the crack, but his ears amplified it far too well – and every scream that followed.
Blue eyes widened in pain, as McCoy's good hand gripped Spock's shirt tighter.
Bones writhed and it soon became clear to Spock that the doctor would potential do damage to himself if he continued. Wrapping his arms around his thrashing friend, Spock tried to make him calm down.
"Leonard, be still. You'll make it worse."
With the initial pain ebbing into a throb, McCoy hissed through gritted teeth: "I know, dammit."
Writhing ceased and his body just tensed with pain – breathes sharp and shallow.
Spock only loosened his hold when he felt the tensed body slump in his arms – unconscious with pain and heat, the doctor stayed in the Vulcan's arms.