Chapter 7
"So you were suddenly able to beam people down after we are taken hostage? What kind of game are you playing, Scotty?" McCoy snarled over the com. "Get Jim, Sulu and I the hell out of here then beam a medic team down so they can help the refugees! Good god! Is it really that hard!?"
Jim attempted a snicker but coughed as the cold crept deeper into his system. "He-he's jus-just pis-sed at me-me-me."
Sulu nodded. "Seems to be the only thing he holds towards you."
McCoy glared at them. They attempted looks of innocence, Kirk failing because he was barely conscious from the cold and Sulu because he found Jim's screwed up expression hilarious. Jim looked up wearily at Spock. "Ho-hold do-down the for-fort."
"Yes, Captain. I will see you upon the return of your health," Jim nodded as the familiar tingling of having your body split into particles and rearranged in a different, much warmer place took hold. Sulu reached over and steadied him as they rematerialized.
"Easy, sir," Sulu said softly. McCoy was barking orders as Jim slid to the ground, Sulu softening the landing. Everything was suddenly warm, a brilliant sand beach warm that tickled deep into his muscles.
"Jim, if I let you sleep you better wake up on command," McCoy stated gruffly. There was a click and warm fluid burned through his veins, bringing a dark blanket to encompass him.
"His core temp is holding steady at 32 degrees Celsius," Chapel reported as McCoy had stepped away to deal with Sulu's arm for the ten seconds it would take to administer a hypo and hand him off to a nurse for dermal regenerator treatment.
"How bad is he?" Sulu asked looking directly into McCoy's eyes.
"Worst he's been in a while," He muttered before reappearing at Jim's side and glancing at the results above the captain's sleeping form.
"Give him another round of warm saline, and antibiotics," McCoy said running a tricorder over Jim's body. "We need to get rid of that cold before it starts doing damage. After that, we can start into the cuts, bruises and broken bones."
"How many of those does he have?" Chapel asked, eyeing the ever growing medical chart that belonged to their captain.
"His clavicle is broken, couple ribs, bruised lung, and a laceration to his shoulder and arm," McCoy said checking over Jim's hands that were wrapped in heating pads that were increasing the blood flow to the nerves. "Set up a nerve test too."
"His hands?"
"I need to make sure there's not too much damage," McCoy pressed along the skin leading up to Jim's elbow. The muscle flexed beneath his fingers and Jim let out a groan.
"Hurz," He slurred. Chapel reappeared and set the trey down next to McCoy before rounding the bed. She rested her hand on Jim's forehead, instantly soothing him. He stilled, his head lolling towards her.
"It'll be gone soon, Jim. Just sleep," She whispered. McCoy handed her a bone regenerator.
"Mend his clavicle," She nodded and took the regenerator as McCoy began the arduous task of unwrapping Jim's hands. Chapel kept her other hand around Jim's bicep for support and to sooth him. She glanced up from her work as McCoy set up the nerve test. They were still black from the lack of blood flow but had bright red spots forming where the nerves were being repaired by his body and McCoy's drugs. Jim shifted when McCoy touched one of the spots. "After you're done, get a painkiller that will help him sleep. There's one in my desk drawer. Specially made for him."
"You mean the one between the saline and antibiotics?" Chapel asked as she continued to run the regenerator over Jim's shoulder. McCoy smirked and stabbed the hypo into Jim's neck.
"I really do owe you a couple days off,"
"I think you'd be lost with out me," Chapel winked at him. They were both grateful for the beep of the com next to Sulu's bed. He looked to it as Chapel focused on Jim's shoulder and McCoy turned back to the nerve test. Sulu gave them both a questioning glance before he picked it up.
"Sulu here,"
"What's your relation in terms of power aboard your ship?" McCoy stopped reading the results of the nerve test and looked up at the ice pick sharp voice.
"Who is this?" Sulu asked, his eyes sharp with anger and surprise. The wheels behind them were turning sharply to form a plan. "Where is Commander Spock?"
"What is your relation in terms of power aboard your ship?" The edge to the voice became a ragged blade.
"Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu, Bridge Officer, head pilot," Hikaru replied. "Where is Commander Spock and the away team?"
"Bring me someone of power and then I'll talk to you," The voice snarled. McCoy rolled his eyes and grabbed the com.
"Listen up. Tell us what happened to our crew members before we beat your ass into the hells of space!" McCoy yelled into the com. He was tired and wanted nothing more for a good nights sleep so the ice pick voice seemed a great way to relieve some of his stress.
There was a short pause; scuffling in the background and then the voice came back, amusement dancing behind the words.
"Since you took my leader hostage, I've decided to take your leader hostage," The voice said. "And I'd prove that he's still alive but him being Vulcan and all, he doesn't particularly like to speak when coerced. Maybe I'll have one of the underlings speak like a good dog."
"That will not be necessary," Spock's voice came over the line but far off.
"Spock. What the hell is going on?"
"We have been captured by an unknown party," Spock supplied.
"Well that's logical," Sulu snorted at Chapel's comment and devilish grin. McCoy almost laughed with him.
"I can change that," The ice voice came back. "I'm head of the military here on Hielo, General Iago Caldwell. I will call back with instructions momentarily."
McCoy, Sulu and Chapel exchanged looks of question as the connection was cut off. Christine was the first to speak. "Anybody know who that is?"
Sulu looked down at his half way healed arm. "Hope he's not too important."
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