"I can't get my arm out!" came the panicked voice of Dr. McCoy.
Uhura swiftly turned to look at Kirk and was not much surprised to see him keeping a level-head, but his hands betrayed him as he was gripping the armrests.
"Target their signal. Beam them back right now." Not even a hint of waver in his voice. Uhura always admired how he kept a cool head to rival Spock during an attack or when his crew was in danger, let alone his best friend. He was almost incapable of panicking, an admirable trait for a Captain.
"The transporter cannot differentiate between Dr. McCoy and the torpedo. We cannot beam back one without the other," came the slightly rushed voice of Spock as he stood up in what Uhura knew to be alarm. Uhura stood up too and went to Kirk for support, but it didn't seem like he needed it as his eyes were fixed on a point off the viewscreen and listening intently.
"Dr. Marcus, can you disable it?"
Dr. Marcus was frantically replying, "I'm trying, I'm trying!"
"Jim, get her the hell out of here!" Dr. McCoy yelled.
Dr. Marcus did not agree and she told them with confidence that she could do it. The Captain stood up from his chair as McCoy read the countdown aloud and his nerves were finally getting to him. Uhura looked at him but his mind was not there with them, but on the planet with his friend nearing death in less than ten seconds. Spock reported quietly that they were on standby to transport Dr. Marcus at any moment. The seconds ticked down when a resounding, "Shit!" from Dr. Marcus and then Spock informed them, "Deactivation successful, Captain."
Only then, did the Captain show how much the situation had affected him as he visibly slumped in relief on the helm console. Uhura gripped his shoulder offering comfort as she rubbed her forehead sighing in relief. She was proud of how he held himself in front of his crew and she showed it.