[A/N: Please bare in mind that, by the end of all the chapters, this will probably contact MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. That means all you little trekkies out there crying like you've never cried before, hm? And yes- I am aware that this chapter seems rushed. I wanted it that way. I needed to move on with the plot]

James was always prone to near-death experiences.

Whether that be through injury, disease or just plain bad-luck, one way or another he would find himself in the situation between life-and-death.

So when he came back from the planet known as Maluan, it was no surprise that he had caught something deadly. Potentially life-threatening. Which, oddly enough, is like any other time they go onto an unknown-planet as captives or to save the species or to stop them from comitting a crime.

"Hypospray's, come on!" Bones were frantic of the Captains current condition. Although the sick-bay were mainly free of patients, the medic team were all bounding about gathering and researching several things at once.

In some sense, however, they ought to.

Strapped down to the bed, Kirk was still being his arrogant-self and trying to remove the belt that tied his waist down with the little strength he had. The difference here, however, is that he couldn't speak. His words were slurred and he had trouble lifting up his own head. His eyes wondered about the room to often no control, and his reactions were incredibly delayed.

Even with everything the Captain has been through, Bones saw this as the worst one yet.

Injecting three hypospray's into Kirk's arm at once, the doctor's face remained confused while he awaited for Jim to make a reaction. Anything.

"Damn it, Jim! Why'd you have to go down onto that god-forbidden planet, anyway?" Bone's snapped his fingers in front of Kirk's face for a while, still waiting to see if there were a reaction.

"Whaa eeeoooo" Was all that Kirk could say, apparently. His words were so slurred together it didn't even sound English, or any form of human-language.

"My god, can you even hear me, damn it?" Bone's would continue to bicker, injecting another hypospray into the Captain's neck.

Okay, so maybe he didn't need to inject so much 'antidotes' into Jim- But this was a good excuse to do so. Getting the scanner and trailing it over Jim's chest, he were partly happy to see that his lung's were working well. For now.

Oh, and look at that- Jim finally blinked!

Well. He partly blinked. It was more of a closing-your-eyes-to-sleep-but-then-realising-you' re-dying blink.

"Geee ee oo..f"

"I don't know what on God's Earth you're saying, man. But if it's anything like you, you're not going anywhere, got that? You can't even walk, let alone play Captain!"

"Neeee..." Jim let out a cold, almost hoarse moan that crackled up his throat, his body getting incredibly warm. He attempted at lifting his arm again- Anything to say that he were still partly-working. But he couldn't. He couldn't even manage to flick a finger. So, with that small, yet worrying cry of pain, he allowed his wondrous eyes to eventually be covered by his eye-lids.

And if any of you are wondering, this is not another delayed-blink.

After that everything went black. The shouts of Bone's frantic attempts to get him awake again were simply a blur; all merged together that fixed in nicely to the darkness.