Sarah heard Kirk, now acting captain, announce his plan over the ship-wide intercom to pursue the enemy. She slipped out of bed and began to prepare herself for another possible round of battle injuries. She made her way to MedBay for the second time in a 24-hour span.
She saw McCoy walk in; he gave her a slight smile, which caused her heart to flutter. Sarah was visiting with the nurses who were trying to get MedBay back in order as best as they could with all the damage it had sustained and the overwhelming strain of patients.
Sarah overheard McCoy's conversation with the bridge that Captain Pike was alive and Kirk was trying to bring him back aboard. McCoy dashed out the door, headed for the transporter room, with Sarah on his heels.
McCoy felt a sense of relief when he realized Sarah was at his back as they hurried down the hall. They met a wounded and wary Captain Pike at the transporter pad. Maybe things were looking up after all, McCoy thought.
"Glad to see you pulled through, sir," Sarah said as she aided McCoy in escorting the captain to MedBay.
"As am I, Chaplain. As am I," Captain Pike replied, attempting to smile through the pain. He could barely stay upright even with them on either side holding him up.
"Just relax, Captain," McCoy said, gently easing him onto the bio bed. Two of the nurses moved forward to treat him, allowing McCoy to step back with Sarah.
"About earlier," he whispered. Sarah turned to face him.
"What about it?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. "We didn't do anything wrong, Doctor. I was just tending to you as the Great Physician would have me do."
McCoy was speechless, staring down into what he now considered the face of an angel. What does a man say to that?
Sarah grinned at him, lightly kissed him on the cheek and walked out.