Spock had just finished scanning her mind, trying to find out what had happened to infect her. There was a rush for him to get to McCoy, who was standing beside Kirk's bed. He was deep in thought, and very close to tears, a hand covering his mouth. Spock stayed at an arm's length from him, and looked down at Kirk. He was still asleep, covered in a gauze to help the regeneration of his skin and veins expedite itself. His life signs were stable, and a IV was in his arm,
"A sanguinaria verde plant on the surface of the planet had bitten her," he began quietly "That is when all of the symptoms began."
"I wouldn't say nearly killing our captain is a "symptom" of anything, Commander."
McCoy was especially freaked out from the incident. Kirk is his closest friend, and he didn't want to lose him. Uhura, licking his blood off of her lips, was something right out of a horror film. That was the thing about space, he thought briefly, horror films were quite possible. One was never sure what they could stumble upon.
McCoy turned to him, taking his hand away from his chin, and sighed.
"But since I know the exact plant, I can give her the exact hypospray. That's one person corrected. Jim will be here for a while. If we got there any later he would have needed a transfusion or…I'm not even sure."
He turned away from the bed completely, and lightly moved Spock out of his way. Spock followed him to the medbay refrigerator, where there were some vials sitting in a rack.
"These are all of our plant virus cures. The sanguinaria family of plants has a virus on their teeth that can be transferred into blood. They were first found on Remus, but they apparently are growing on Medusa II. In humans, it attacks the brain, turning the human host's focus on drinking the blood of others, along with heighten sensory experiences. As I've said before, the virus isn't apparently fond of Vulcan or Romulan blood."
He was busy reading all of the labels on the vials as he said this, finding the correct one and pulling it out, grasping it in his hand. He picked up a hypospray and placed the vial in, walking quickly to Uhura's bed. Spock followed, passing the numerous empty beds. Stopping at Uhura's, who had fallen asleep after her dinner, he slowly moved toward the head of the bed. McCoy placed the needle to her prominent neck vein, putting the whole vial into her. She stirred slightly, but was still soundly sleeping.
"The plant she was bitten by has the longest recovery period. Looks like you'll also be down a communications officer for two days, Captain."
Spock looked at Uhura's sleeping frame as McCoy patted his shoulder and walked away, feeling as if this was his own fault. Logically, "what if" scenarios are pointless. One is unable to travel back in time. Usually. It was just an accident, but he could have sent a security officer. A pang of regret went through his stomach.
Spock sighed audibly, and sat back in his chair beside Uhura's bed. He took her hand again and squeezed it. He caught some of her sleeping emotions. Satisfaction was prominent, but there were twinges of happiness and mildly, regret and pain.