Chapter Two

"Doctor McCoy to Sickbay. Bring me two stretchers STAT!"

"Bones, they'll be fine."

"I'm the doctor, not you Captain. I'll decide that." McCoy turned and saw two science ensigns hurry through the door with the portable bio-beds. "Took you long enough. These men are losing blood fast. Dammit don't just stand there! You, see all that green stuff? Try stopping it! He's bleeding, and it looks deep."

"Doctor, I am fine." Spock said, trying to keep his stoic expression in place.

"Hell you are. Or don't you know what that viscous green liquid is?"

"Get me a bandage."

"A bandage, sir?"

"Yes, a bandage! Something I can use to stop the bleeding!"

"Bones, here." Kirk pressed the gold material into his friend's hands. Geez, that man took every excuse he could to rip his shirt, even if it wasn't by accident.

"Jim, keep the pressure on the wound. Knowing Spock, he'll leave it off, and then not come to Sickbay. Actually, Spock, come here." As the Vulcan walked forward, McCoy suddenly pounced on him and stabbed him with a hypo. McCoy caught his friend and lowered him to the bio-bed. "Jim, take him down to Doctor M'Benga. And keep the pressure on that wound!"

"We're gone, Bones. Why don't you get Chekov on that other bio-bed and come with us?"

"Does anybody up here have something I can use to stop this man from bleeding to death?" McCoy hissed at the remaining bridge crew. Somebody pressed more gold material into his hands. Looking up, he saw a shirtless Hikaru Sulu sitting at the navigation console.

"As the Captain and First Officer are both gone, uh, Sulu you can have the conn. But get whosever next in line, uh, Scotty, I think, get them up here, stat! Can't believe I'm saying this, but someone; write me a report on whatever the hell happened!" And with that, McCoy got Chekov into the turbo and ran to Sickbay with his patient.