Hi, I definitely owed you guys two chapters for not updating in a while! So here is another one! Hope you like it! Like I said before, I will try to update every Sunday night, or as often as possible! LLAP

"Doctor?" prodded Waterson. He tapped the Doctor's collarbone sharply.

McCoy groaned, and blinked rapidly. A red blur came into focus, it was a security guard. So he wasn't bleeding.

"You okay doctor?"

McCoy tried to push himself to his elbows. Then his vision went fuzzy, and Waterson was a red blur again. He tried to lower himself down again, but fell hard after a couple seconds, completely spent. Luckily Waterson, caught him and gently laid down his injured head. What was he going to do?

Meanwhile nurse Chapel strode down the hallway towards Sickbay, ignoring the looks some crewman shot at her. Her hair was all astray, and her uniform was wrinkled, she had been sleeping when she was paged. She halted and peeked in the window to Sickbay. She saw Waterson kneeling between an unconscious McCoy and Spock. She had never seen her mentor look so peaceful. His eyes her always hard and lined with concentration. Now his face was smooth, and relaxed. He never looked at ease while he was working. I guess that comes with having a job with so much liability. It doesn't help that foreign illness found their way onto the Enterprise all the time. Good experience, but stressful. It showed in McCoy's face. He was 36, but he had the lined face of a 50 year old. Chapel strode in, and Waterson looked up, and relief washed over him.

"Oh thank god, I don't know what's wrong with either of them. McCoy came around for a few seconds then passed back out."

Chapel nodded at him, and without a word she opened a padlock on the inside of the door, and hit the Q button. The lights dimmed to an orange hue, the doors, locked, and bars sprung up on the windows. Waterson shot up, and stared wide-eyed at Chapel in disbelief.

"What are you doing?" he cried.

"Quarantine. We don't know if what Spock had was contagious."

"Well, if that's the case then Kirk, Scotty, or anyone he came into contact with could have it too!'

"Right," agreed Chapel. "Hopefully whatever it is, it isn't up for spreading the love."

Waterson, turned a sickly green color. Clearly, he wanted nothing Mr. Spock had to share.

Suddenly, McCoy stirred. Chapel dropped to his knees next to him. McCoy murmured something, his low voice drawled incoherently.

"What?" asked Chapel as she bent closer to his face.

"Dizzier then a vertigo patient on a tilt-a-whirl," he mumbled, and blinked a few times trying to clear his vision.

Chapel smiled, he was okay. She produced a whirring scanner from her shoulder bag and waved it over McCoy's head. He winced at the noise.

"Sorry," she said.

"It's okay," he grunted. He turned over on his side, away from them.

"You have a pretty severe concussion, doctor."

"You're telling me. It feels like someone inflated a balloon inside my head," he groaned. Chapel sucked in a breath sharply. "No bleed right?"

"No bleed," she said. "What happened?"

"Was walking to the temp chamber when the ship rocked."

McCoy pushed himself to a sitting position, then doubled over in pain.

"Easy doctor," cautioned Chapel.

"No, no. Mr. Spock. He needs to get in that chamber, ASAP. His fever is too high."

Nurse Chapel looked into McCoy's eyes, they were glassed over, but he was serious.

"Fever reducers?"

"Didn't help."

"Okay, let's get him into the chamber," she agreed.

McCoy started to push himself up, then gritted his teeth.

"Stay," warned Chapel.

McCoy didn't argue. In fact he laid flat, willing the bile in his stomach to stay settled.

Waterson helped Chapel grab Spock by his arms and legs and they shuffled awkwardly to the other side of the chamber. Mr. Spock was a lean fellow, as were most Vulcans, but he weighed far more than anyone anticipated. He was solid muscle. When they reached the chamber, they realized that the glass was shattered on the control panel. Chapel dropped Spock's ankles, and pounded at the buttons, until she sliced her finger on the glass. She pulled it towards her, hissing.

"What do we do?" asked a very nervous Waterson. He was holding a very limp Spock up; one hand wrapped around his torso and the other gently underneath his chin.

"We do this the old fashioned way," called McCoy from the other room.

"Cold water immersion," said Chapel.

McCoy nodded.

Waterson was rummaging through a supply closet for an old rubber bathtub.

"Did you find it?" hollered McCoy. He was sitting on a biobed next to Spock's with an ice pack pressed firmly above his left eye.

"More like it found me. It fell from the back of the closet right on me!"

McCoy ignored him, and dragged it next to Spock's biobed, and dragged a hose over to it and began to fill the tub.

"I need you to run down to the mess hall, and get as much ice as you can carry back up here, okay?" said McCoy.

"Okay," said Waterson.

Chapel lifted the quarantine, and Waterson took off down the hall at a dead sprint.

McCoy reached into his pocket and drew out another hypo of fever reducers, and promptly injected them into Spock. He didn't even wince. Shadows had grown underneath his eyes, and he was as pale as ever. McCoy could swear he could see a heat wave hovering over Spock's forehead.

Suddenly, Kirk burst into Sickbay. The moment Kirk saw Spock, lying there pale as death, unmoving, and covered in a spray of his own blood, his knees buckled a little. Kirk held out a hand to steady himself.

"Is he alright?" he asked.

"High fever. We are trying to get it down," answered Chapel.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Kirk.

"Not sure yet, Jim. But it doesn't matter if we don't get his fever down…" McCoy trailed off.

Kirk turned to McCoy. "I thought you were unconscious," he asked trying to hide his worry.

"Oh well sorry I'm not sleeping on the job, like the crazy hobgoblin here," grumbled McCoy trying to lighten the mood. It didn't.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, before nurse Chapel noticed that the tub was overflowing. Kirk and McCoy heard the squeak of the faucet turning off, but their eyes never left Spock. Spock would hate it, if he knew they were all just sitting around watching him sleep. But when you are in this state, you don't get privacy if you want to live.

Waterson returned with the ice and dumped it into the bath, while Kirk and Chapel lifted Spock into the tub, when they lowered him in, the displacement caused water to slop over the sides. Spock's pale complexion immediately flushed as soon as his skin touched the icy water. He shivered, but remained unconscious. He started to slip, before Kirk grabbed him underneath the arms, preventing Mr. Spock from drowning himself. His head leaned on the Kirk's arm, soaking his uniform. Kirk didn't care. He looked down at Spock fearfully.

"I doubt he is going to bite your arm," McCoy laughed. "They are fine fighters, Vulcans, but not savages."

Kirk laughed nervously, but didn't take him eyes off his arm, or Spock. Every few minutes nurse Chapel would stir the water with a long rod. After the seconds time Kirk looked at her puzzled.

"It keeps the water colder. If the water sits still, his body heat will heat up the water around him.

Kirk nodded.

After ten minutes, McCoy cleared his throat. "Shouldn't you be on the bridge?"

Kirk shrugged. "Everything is under control up there. Our course is set for Star Base 1831. We should be there in a week."

McCoy nodded and waved his scanner over Spock's forehead, and smiled. "100.7. It's going down."

"What happens when we take him out of the water?" asked Waterson.

"Hopefully it stays down," answered McCoy.

No one else wanted to play, "what if?" after that so the room fell silent and the only noise was the soft slosh of water, and the clacking of ice cubes as Chapel stirred the tub again.