T'Lora was at a loss what to do. She kissed Spock to help him snap out of his emotions because she cared about him. She wasn't about to the same for the captain. She didn't like him that way. T'Lora looked at Spock, wondering if he knew what to do.
Scotty came in and found Kirk and Spock in a bloody mess. Spock seemed to drown out the drug somehow. Being a Vulcan, he was able to fix himself.
"Scotty…" Kirk said losing control of himself. "Help…"
"Stand by to intermix formula", Spock ordered Scotty.
Uhura made an announcement over the intercom. Things were getting worse with the temperature rising.
"I've got to hang on", Kirk said trying to fight the disease. "Tell them. Clear the corridors, the turbo lift. Hurry!"
Spock and Scotty nod and leave the briefing room. T'Lora turned to Kirk, watching him struggle.
"Sir, I can assure you, we're working on an antidote", she said. "We'll get it to you as soon as possible."
Kirk nodded and pointed to the door, returning her to her duties. An intercom sounded with Uhura's voice.
"Entering upper stratosphere, Captain. Skin temperature now twenty one hundred seventy degrees."
"Never lose you…" Kirk said looking around the ship. "Never."
T'Lora made her way back to the sick bay where McCoy was releasing Sulu.
"Orders, doctor?" T'Lora asked.
"Where have you been?" he asked. "Here I have an indisposed nurse and an incompetent lab!"
"Sir, the captain needs the antidote for whatever this disease is. The captain is infected."
"Damn it!"
McCoy punched the wall beside him.
"I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker!" he said shoving the syringe in her hands. "Go give this to the captain. I need to come up with some more."
She nodded and ran toward the bridge. The doors opened to reveal Kirk covered in sweat as he looked out to the rapidly approaching planet.
"Captain!"
She rolled up his sleeve and injected the formula into his arm.
Kirk looked at her, giving a nodding thanks. He sat down to his chair regaining control of the ship.
"Engine room. We're set. Hyperbolic course"
"Direction, sir?" navigation asked.
"Direction, direction. It doesn't matter. The way we came."
"Fuel temperature", Spock said to Scotty. "Level."
Kirk looked at Yomand Rand who was standing next to him and reached out to touch her.
"No beach to walk on…" he said remembering his words.
"Sir?" she asked, not understanding.
"Raise antimatter eight and forty degrees", Spock orders.
:That'll take four minutes", Scotty said.
"We haven't the time", Spock said. "We'll have to risk it. Bridge, we're ready."
"Engage!"