Uhura's POV

I stepped into sickbay the next morning and found Doctor McCoy standing over Jim. The captain looked even worse than he had yesterday. McCoy had drugs draining constantly into him intravenously and his marred face showed no color aside from the scars that crossed it. His chest barely moved and he seemed barely alive. It hurt badly to see him like that. The doctor didn't look great either. I guessed he hadn't slept since the landing party had returned from that catastrophic mission. He didn't seem to notice me enter. "Doctor McCoy?" I asked.

He turned around. "Lieutenant Uhura? What are you doing here?"

"You asked that I report here this morning."

"Oh right." McCoy wasn't usually the forgetful type, but the stress was obviously affecting him. He took out his cylindrical medical scanner and held it in front of my body. "Just like I thought," he muttered. "You're pregnant."

I nodded solemnly. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it. I hadn't wanted to be pregnant, but I wouldn't give up my unborn child for anything.

"Does the father know?" McCoy asked. He knew it wasn't his business, but he had a way of not caring and a way of getting people to tell him anyway. "No. I can't tell him," I said.

"You should,"he replied.

"No, I literally can't," I told him.

"Why not?" I must have glanced at the unconscious captain because he breathed, "Jim?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry." I said nothing. What could I say? "You can – you can go." I nodded and turned and walked to the door, the remembered the pain on McCoy's face. I turned, wondering if I should say something. McCoy was back standing by Jim's bed. He looked at his best friend's face and murmured, "Why, Jim?"