McCoy entered the medical shuttle to see the medical staff swarming Parann as the battle to stabilize her raged on. McCoy was about to join them when he saw Spock sitting at the back of the shuttle, still with one hand over his wound. McCoy made his way over to his paler than usual friend.
"Scare off my staff, did you?" he asked.
"No, I merely wanted them to take care of Parann first." Spock said with a cocked eyebrow, and a slight grimace of pain.
"Come on Spock, get up on that table there," McCoy motioned to the table next to Parann and the other doctors. "Kirk wants me to patch you up, and I don't want you losing anymore blood." McCoy helped Spock over to the table. Nurse Chapel instantly appeared at McCoy's side helping him to see the damage done to Spock. "Looks like your vitals weren't hit, so it's just a patching job." McCoy commented as he cleaned the wound out and began applying bandages.
"Nurse Chapel, you can start his IV now." He said when he had finished.
"Yes Sir." She replied, she had it all set up even the bag of green blood was hooked up and ready for use. She deftly applied the IV into Spock's arm. Spock tried to rise after Nurse Chapel was done.
"No you don't" McCoy remarked, and pushed Spock gently back down. Even with all his effort, Spock could not hide the pain he felt. "Hmm," McCoy turned to a nearby shelf and grabbed one of the many vials, along with a hypo. After doing some calculations, McCoy put the liquid from the vial into the hypo and handed the syringe to Nurse Chapel. "Add this to his IV." She quickly did so.
"Doctor, I assure you, I am in minimal pain." Spock tried to argue.
"Trust me, Spock, This'll help you rest, and that's what you need right now." Spock tried to argue further but the drug had already taken effect, instead Spock felt himself drifting away.
"Parann…" he mumbled feebly as sleep took him. As soon as he saw that Spock was asleep, McCoy went to check on Parann's progress.
"How's she doing?" He asked one of the doctors.
"She's stable, but she lost a lot of blood. We have an IV of type O blood in place."
"Good, I'll be right back I need to talk to the pilot." The other doctor nodded in response. McCoy made his way up to the front of the ship. He watched the pilot work for a moment before asking,
"What's our destination?"
"St. Luke's Medical Center San Francisco California." The man replied.
"Contact Ambassador Sarek, let him know his son is here and will need a place to recover after we get him and my other patient to St. Luke's."
"Yes sir." The pilot began the transmission at once. McCoy walked back to his patients, the medical staff having nothing now to do but observe had taken their seats near the beds. McCoy Stood between Spock and Parann, and watched them as they slept for a moment, then he prayed quietly.
"God heal them, And guide me to help them through this-please. Amen."
"Sir?" McCoy looked up to see the pilot looking at him.
"Yes?" he asked in reply.
"The Ambassador has suggested that you take your patients directly to his residence and give him a list of all the medical supplies you'll need."
"That's great! Tell him we accept. Here is what I'll need…" McCoy quickly listed out the items, and Nurse Chapel wrote them down and handed the list to the confused looking pilot. Once the list was in his hand though he quickly relayed the message, McCoy waited to see what Sarek's response would be; he hoped he had not confused the Vulcan like he had the pilot. It wasn't long before the pilot turned to McCoy again.
"He said he'll have it all ready before you get there."
"Perfect, thank the Ambassador kindly. And thank you for your help." The pilot nodded and sent the final message.
It was only a half-hour later when the Medical Shuttle touched down just outside Ambassador Sarek's estate. The medical staff led by McCoy quickly settled their two unconscious patients in two rooms provided by the Ambassador. Each furnished with exactly what the Doctor had asked for. Once out in the hallway McCoy told the rest of the medical staff to take the medical shuttle back to the Enterprise. Once the other doctors had left he personally thanked Sarek and Amanda for their hospitality.
"It is the least we can do." Sarek said in response, "Excuse me, I have work to attend to in the meantime, please let me know when my son wakes." Before McCoy had time to nod, Sarek was gone.
"Are you sure, you don't need any of your staff here?" Amanda asked, concern etching her features. McCoy smiled reassuringly.
"No, they just need rest, I could use your help to keep an eye on them, but otherwise they'll be just fine. In fact Spock should wake up soon, why don't you watch over him and I'll go watch over Parann." Amanda nodded and turned to go into Spock's room.
Spock opened his eyes, he found himself in a comfortable room with blue walls. It was simply decorated, with a few paintings and a dresser, and the small table by the bed Spock found himself in. Spock looked and saw out one of the windows, it was daylight, and he thought he was still on Earth, but he couldn't be sure. He looked the other way and saw a woman sitting in a chair near his bed. His thoughts instantly went to Parann, but a few more seconds and he realized who this woman resting her eyes was.
"Mother?" Amanda opened her eyes and sat up.
"Spock, you're awake." Her voice faltered and tears filled her eyes. Spock was about to ask about Parann, when his mother cut him off, "Your Father will want to know this." She then got up and left the room. It wasn't long before Amanda, with Sarek and McCoy were back in Spock's room.
"How is Parann?" Spock got out before anyone could say anything. This got three different responses, Sarek cocked an eyebrow, Amanda looked surprised, and McCoy smiled.
"She's fine Spock, she just needs rest."
"Where is she?"
"Just down the hall. In fact I'll leave you with your parents and go back to her now."
"Spock what happened to you?" Sarek asked matter of factly. Spock spent a good amount of time telling his family the events that led up to his injury. He even shared his newfound faith. His mother was excited to hear this, his father was puzzled over how his son entered tel without meaning to.
A week had passed and Spock was healing nicely. He was able to walk around three days after arriving, and now had little pain to speak of. Parann however still remained unconscious, there were times she would stir, but she had not woken up yet. McCoy knew she'd been through a lot a needed this rest but there were times he would think that she should be awake by now. Even Spock for all his patience seemed to think something was wrong. He asked often of Parann and McCoy always answered the same answer, "You let me worry about her for now Spock. You just focus on yourself."
A few days later, Spock found McCoy in the library, he was sitting in an armchair, his head nodding almost asleep.
"Doctor?" McCoy sat up with a start.
"Spock," he said with a laugh," I didn't hear you come in."
"Doctor, I think it is time I worry about Parann, you need rest as well." McCoy stood and walked over to face Spock.
"You know I've been thinking about that myself, I think you being with her right now might be the best thing for her." Spock nodded and left the McCoy to his "reading." He entered Parann's room and found his mother sitting by Parann, much as she had been a little over a week ago when he first woke.
"Spock" She said surprised.
Spock said nothing but went to Parann's side and knelt. He looked across the bed at his mother who was watching him. Spock then looked to Parann. The color had come back to her face, and her breathing was deep and relaxed, she was simply asleep. As he watched her he wanted nothing more than to wake her, but he knew she needed rest.
"God give me patience, I know she will wake in your time." It was then she stirred and opened her eyes. Spock dared not say anything. Once she focused on him, Parann smiled softly, she lifted an arm and moved it toward Spock with her middle and first fingers held out. Amanda looked on in awe as her son placed his middle and first finger on Paran's then slid them down the girls fingers until he had her hand in his, His other hand soon overlapped hers. They sat like that for a long moment, until Paran slid back into sleep, but even asleep she still smiled softly.
Spock looked up at his mother, a look of pure joy on his face.
"What is it?" She asked.
"She's going to be fine, and she knows."
"Knows what, Spock?"
"That I too am a child of God."