He stirred slightly, before opening his eyes and immediately seeking me out.
"Ni'dori'ik nar-tor." His deep voice said quietly, the dark tone not changed in the slightest.
"What does that mean?" my voice, so different from his own, says full of emotion.
"I am sorry. I have failed my duties as first officer." His eyes moved from my face to the ceiling.
"Spock, you did nothing wrong! You didn't fail at all! Why would you think that?" I object, though my voice never rises above its normal tones.
He looks so out of place in this room. His dark hair, his curved ears, his wondrously pale skin shouldn't be here. It should be me in that bed. I should be the one fading from existence every minute. I should be the one Bones can't heal.
"It is the first officer's duty to protect the captain. I failed."
"Spock, there isn't a scratch on me. I'm not hurt at all. It's you that's hurt."
"I didn't protect your heart."
Spock's eyes looked into mine as he raised two fingers. I slowly put two of mine to his.
"S'ti th'laktra, t'hy'la. I shall miss you always, Jim." With that said, Spock took two more shuddering breaths, before his eyes saw no more.
"I love you, Spock, my….. My t'hy'la." I took a couple of breaths before pressing a button.
"This is your captain speaking. At oh eight hundred, Commander Spock died from the wounds dealt to him by the savages on tranlato vaonta. We shall miss him greatly. Kirk out." I removed my finger from the button, and then, only then, did I cry.