Warmth. Pain. A hand slapping him. He gripped the hand, "Thank you, doctor." He stopped himself from saying McCoy as he recognized M'Benga.

"Good to have you back, Mister Spock."

As he looked around the room Spock realized it was Lieutenant Uhura's quarters. No doubt to stop Bebram from knowing he was back.

"Rallon?"

There was a slight pause before M'Benga answered that let Spock know that whatever the doctor said would not be the full truth. "He is resting. He is McCoy's patient."

"Where is he?"

"In Mister Scott's quarters till are they get Bebram into custody."

Spock nodded, it was a logical action to take.

"Where are the others?" Even as he asked the Vulcan knew they would be at a memorial service.

"At the main hall." M'Benga looked at him, "Uhura had your uniform brought here."

He had accepted the doctor's assistance to stand and then got himself dressed and headed for Mister Scott's quarters with Doctor M'Benga walking with him, "I have been with him since you two were brought aboard. McCoy sees him every two hours."

As they entered M'Benga said, "Just me with Mister Spock and Spock saw another nurse with another phaser. Clearly the crew was not going to let Bebram nor any of his men near Rallon just as they had been guarding him.

Spock recognized the machine warming Rallon's blood, carefully lifted the blanket and saw the inflamed marks on the exposed chest. Cautiously he placed a hand on the side of Rallon's face, quickly removing it as he had not been fully prepared for the level of pain Rallon was in despite being heavily medicated.

"We cannot give him any more without risking his life." M'Benga had clearly known what he had done and sensed.

"I will assist later. He can now be safely moved to Sickbay. There is a matter I must attend to now."

There was no doubt in Spock's mind that the crew would have kept Bebram and his men under observation and that M'Benga would have told him had there been any risk of him being seen on the ship but once he was off the ship he was more cautious.

Unnoticed he had entered through a service door and had stood in the shadows listening to Bebram and then hearing the way Jim was trying to sound distraught. The way Uhura's singing had stopped his friend from reacting to the goading.

Cautiously he parted the curtain enough to be able to see Jim. It took all the control he had not to rush out and comfort his friend as Jim was clearly trying to remain calm, was trying to figure a way to trapping Bebram, but was also too emotional to fully concentrate. Briefly he closed his eyes, "Control, Jim. Control."