"Just try to relax." I nod very slowly and squeeze his hand. He doesn't squeeze back but at least doesn't pull it away. I fear I am dying. The pain is almost gone and I know that is not a good thing. After that crash, after the medical especially the pain relievers were lost; the pain I had initially felt…knowing I now felt nothing was not good. And he was being nice.
"Can you tell my par…"
"You will tell them." He says with a hint of anxiousness in the tone.
"Spock I can't be the only logical one here. I am not going to make it. I need them to…"
"No. Ms. Chapel it's illogical to believe we will not be rescued. There is nothing to support otherwise." I sigh. I love the hope he was feeding me, but felt as if he was lying for my benefit. I need things to be normal. Even if that meant him being a cold hearted Vulcan.
"You said yourself there will only be a small window in which any ship can defect us and than with the storms it may not be possible. Yes they will find us. But you will be the only one living."
"No,"The emotion in his voice sent a shiver through me.
"Spock it's okay. I mean it's not okay since I don't want to die. But okay in the sense I've accepted it." I don't tell him my vision is started to blur. My heart increases its tempo. I am shutting down.
"Perhaps if I…" He starts to pull away and I tighten the hold of his hand.
"Please stay with me. And please tell my parents I love them."
"I am sure they know. Christine I…." I smile at the sound of my name coming from his lips.
"Really Spock it's okay. I know you did everything you could. Can you tell me a story about growing up on Vulcan?" I know he hates telling stories. And more so stories of himself.
"When I was six I…" I again smile not caring as he spoke he sounded more and more distant with each word. I am dying and I am okay.