I was tending to another patient when I heard a familiar voice saying the routine words of "What the hell!" Yes, Jim always said that once he realised what he'd done.

"Bones?" he called from across the room.

"Yes, Jim?" I called back, looking up from Ensign Olsen's bandages.

"I-I-I don't understand what happened…" his voice faded as his head lolled back onto the pillow. I finished changing the ensign's bandages, and he said, "Dr. McCoy, where are we going?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Starbase 29, Bjorn," I replied. "We'll be there soon,"

"Thank you, Dr."

"No problem, son," I said. I pulled the sheet carefully over his wounds for him, and I patted him on the head. "Get some rest, okay? If you need anything Nurse Chapel and I shouldn't be far away."

He nodded and relaxed against the bed. I looked over to Jim. He was motionless on the bed. His chest was moving at a normal pace, so I wasn't worried. I crossed the room quickly and began running a scan of his vitals. His adrenaline was high, and his heartbeat accelerated, but it wasn't a big deal. It could be fixed easily. I gave him a balancing sedative. His breathing slowed, and his readings went back to normal.

"Damn it, Jim," I said. "You always end up here one way or another, don't you?"

"It does seem that way, doesn't it, Doctor?" a voice said from the door.

I whirled around. It was Spock. Of course, that green blooded son of a bitch.