The assault in his body was harsh and ruthless. He tried protecting himself. Luckily in front of his vision were the notes. The notes that held his cure. But to his horror they slowly began to burn in front of his vision...
"Dammit Spock," McCoy shook his head. It was two hours since he had fallen unconscious. The doctor had left the crumpled piece of paper on the side of the science officer's bed. Spock groaned for a moment and his pulse increased. "Oh no Spock!" McCoy said anxiously.
The heart can only take such a high pulse. And right now Spock was very high. McCoy rushed to his side trying any thing he could to keep the Vulcan alive. Suddenly the pulse rate went flat. McCoy's eyes widened. "Shit!" he screamed. Spock was now officially the 30th person to die. Unfortunately he died with a secret, the cure. Of all the scientists at work the one who knew the cure; Spock, had to die.
Cursing under his breath, he turned around to attend to others when he heard a loud gasp from behind him. Spock sat straight up drenched in sweat. "Doctor…" he gasped. "I'm feeling... fatigued."
"HOLY CRAP!" The doctor ran to his side. He gave him a stimulant hypo. Quizzically he said, "Spock, I know you're tired but, if you came out of this then can I take a blood test?"
Spock shook his head. He waved his hand in a gesture that said no, and threw back the covers. He grabbed his notes and turned to the doctor, "I've got … I've got to get the chemicals… make the cure…."
Feebly Spock pushed aside the doctor and ran to the lab. McCoy watched with his mouth agape.
o-o-o-o
Two hours later Kirk's heart beat was elevating. Dangerously so. The cure was ready. McCoy stood over the captain. He turned to Spock, "You sure this is going to work?"
Spock shook his head, "Doctor there is an 89.654 percent chance that it will work. It's like the flu vaccine…it will get worse before it gets better."
McCoy glared, "Well? Should we test it on someone?"
"That is agreeable. But do we choose?"
McCoy held up the hypo and watched it glint in the light. He turned toward Spock, his face gave a look that said there is no choice. The doctor ejected it into his arm just as Kirk's pulse elevated once more.
Spock held his breath and with out realizing it shredded thenotes in his hand. "This had better work," he mumbled between clenched teeth.
The doctor screamed and fell to the floor.