Spock's POV
"Mr. Spock," Lieutenant Uhura's voice rang out across the bridge. "Doctor McCoy is requesting you in sickbay. He says it's urgent."
My mind immediately raced through the possibilities. One loomed in my mind like a dark cloud. I stood up and walked swiftly towards the turbo-lift. "Mr. Chekov, you have the conn," I said, and then to the lift, "sickbay." The doors closed behind me. It is improbable, I told myself, that he is calling me for that purpose. To reassure myself, I calculated the odds that he really was calling me for that purpose. Sixty-one point two four percent chance he is. Maybe not so improbable. After stepping out if the turbo-lift, I hurried to sickbay, the journey seeming to take longer than usual. Doctor McCoy was waiting for me when I arrived. His face looked ghost white and shocked. "Doctor," I said, "is he..."
"He's not dead, Spock," he said quietly, "but it won't be long now." His hands shook. His voice grew louder. "He managed to make it through last night without any serious trouble and I thought he was gonna make it, but this morning..." McCoy stopped then began yelling. "Jim is dying, Spock, and I can't do anything about it!"
"Doctor, is there any chance that he will live?"
"None," he said, calming down slightly. "I can keep his heart going forever, but once his brain waves stop, not even a miracle will bring him back. And I can't stop that from happening – he's too far gone now."
I walked over to stand by the captain. His scarred face looked almost peaceful. I hoped for his sake that he could not feel the pain. McCoy leaned weakly against the wall. "What are you going to tell the crew?"
"I will not inform them until it is final."
"Until it is final? Spock, you sound like a computer!" McCoy lashed out.
"What I sound like to you is irrelevant," I said flatly. "Now I must return to the bridge."
It turned and left, forcing myself to remain unemotional.