Chapter Ten

"Nurse Chapel. Surgery. Now!" McCoy shouted over his shoulder. He quickly stripped down and put on his surgical gear before bolting into surgery.

"Doctor." Chapel rushed into the room, already prepared for anything.

"Get me some of that T negative blood Spock gave for emergencies." Dammit, Spock. You should be dead by now. As soon as you're fit for duty, I'm going to kill you.

"That would be a very illogical thing to do." A thin voice rasped.