Hey, Sorry taken a while. Novel bits in the way along with work. Hopefully getting it all sorted so I can do more fanfiction. Got a lot of stuff to do but i keep getting idea's so I may do the odd extra on top of the 4 main FF's I am doing at the moment

Kiyli

Jim groaned as the pain brought him back to the conscious world. Slowly trying to sit up he let out a yell as his body tried to fight against him. Though the pain was minimal to what it was earlier, the pain was still excruciating. Jim looked down to see a little boy dabbing some cloth on his deformed ankle. Staring at the boys rag rubbing against his skin, Jim realised he felt no pain at all. Using his left elbow to sit him up. Jim looked at the kid and frowned. Just like Tarsus IV. Frowning Jim used his left arm to start standing. The kid jumped back started, screaming out some high pitch sound. Jim slowly tried to lift himself to his feet. Pain shot through him yet not as much as before. Turning before attention was drawn to the kid, Jim jumped a few steps before grabbing a large wooden crutch looking object. Grabbing it Jim slid it under his arm and started to hobble his way out of a back door ignoring the shouts behind him. Suprisingly Jim couldn't believe how quick he was on his feet. He didn't expect to be escaping this fast, let alone escaping at all. Nausea exploded through him with each step on his dislocated ankle. He had to fight the pain and nausea. If he were to escape this place, to try find someone in which could help him back to the enterprise… back to. Bones! Jim never saw him near the boy, was he around?

No. Bones was taken.

Jim growled in pain, as he disappeared into the woods with voices quieting behind him he tried not to scream as the pain shot through him more. His quick movements caused him to gasp for air through his lack of useful lungs. Leaning against a tree, Jim decided he needed to do some homemade first aid care. Sitting down he looked to his ankle. If he were to keep moving he would need to relocate it, and then he would still need to make a support.

"Jim! Stay still, you have a nasty broken arm, elbow and foot from the explosion. You're lucky that's all you're walking away with Jim…"

Bones. I had broken my foot aswell.

Fighting a painful oncoming headache, Jim leant forwards. Looking to his ankle his eyes started spinning. Whatever was in his system was soon wearing off. He would have to relocate the ankle soon before the painkillers wore off. If he did it afterwards, his ankle would for surely be more painful and harder to set. Leaning forwards Jim grabbed two thick sticks off of the ground and brought them to his side. Grabbing his ankle, he caught his already weak breath.

I really could of done with a Hypo now Bones…

CRACK.

Biting back a roar yelling in his throat, Jim closed his eyes with force followed by holding onto his ankle tightly. The roar of his cry escaped his lips as the pain throttled through his foot. Groaning he shot his head back against the tree. Moving his hands away from his feet he grabbed the two tick sticks and put them either side of his ankle. Bringing his hands back up to his top and ripped a strip from the bottom. Using the strip, Jim put the legs either side of his ankle, then wrapped it around his ankle holding the sticks as a splint.

Voices filled the air around him, it was time to move. Jim got up using the crutch and tee as support. Slowly he growled under his breath as he walked far from the village. His hope was to get away, and find a way back to Bones. If he could gain the attention of the Klingons then Kirk may have a hope of saving his team. As Jim walked to a cliff edge, he looked down the 40ft drop.

"JIM!"

Instantly Jim turned around forgetting how vulnerable he was on his feet. He watched as a strange woman ran towards him with… Spock and Chekov. Jim's arms waving in the air trying to bring him forwards as his body leaned backwards over the cliff. Somehow Spock raced forwards, ahead by at least 15 metres in seconds towards him, reaching out to grab his hand. Jim felt his body leave the ground, falling over the clifftop. His hand stretched out reaching to grab Spocks hand that came into grip. The pair of them latched onto each-others hand. Jims body swung towards the cliff, slamming into the side. The pressure of the collision shot through Jim causing pain to shoot through his hands. Both Jim and Spock let out a yell as their hands collided with force against the wall. Both trying their hardest to fight the pain but it was too late. The shock of slamming with such force caused Jim to let go of his grip. Spocks momentarily let go from the pain but half a second later as he went to grab Kirks hand once more, it was gone.

"JIM!"

"Ceptin!"

Spock screamed out Jim's name as he watched his captain, his friend slam into the bottom of the cliff face. A thud echoed upwards making their stomachs churn. Jim's body laid on his back, arms and legs pointing like a star. His body laid lifeless, his head staring straight up at Spock and Chekov who both stared over the cliff in horror.

Spock stared in horror. His friend, he had failed his friend. He had let go of his friends hand. His stomach churned. Standing up Spock walked away to a bit of bush where he was violently sick. The Vulcan barely ever got sick. But seeing his friend collide with the floor… The thud… He could of saved Jim if he held tight. Jim could of…

Spock shook his head as he was sick some more. Tears threatened to breach his eyes from the horror that replayed in his mind. Spock whispered under his breath like a cry for help.

"Jim"