Christine was on care for Spock, which meant she was sitting by his bedside. He had contracted a virus on a plague-ridden planet they'd been helping last week, which had been supposed to be fine for both humans and Vulcans, but had apparently affected him, due to his unique biology. He flinched in unconsciousness and moaned something. She leaned closer to hear. "Jim?" he said. "No, it's Christine." she said, stopping herself from taking his hand. His head jerked to the side. "Jim." he repeated. She got up and hit the comm on the wall. "Sickbay to Bridge." "Bridge here." she heard the captain answer. "Captain, I think Spock wants you. He's been saying your name." "I'll be right down." he replied. She heard him say "Sulu, you have the con." as he cut the connection. He came into Sickbay full pelt a minute later. "Hi, Christine." he said as he sat down beside Spock and took his hand. "Where's Bones?" She started to reply just as Spock sighed. "Jim." Jim concentrated. He looked up a moment later. "Sorry. What?" "It's alright. The bond?" "Yes. The virus has done something to his mental control, so he's getting way more emotions from everyone else than he usually does. I'm trying to help him build them back up." She nodded. "Dr. McCoy-" "Is right here, thankyou, and would like to know why he wasn't contacted that his patient was speaking." Bones demanded as he walked in. "It wasn't Nurse Chapel's fault." Jim told him. "She called me first because he was… asking… for me." "She still should have commed me afterwards." "He wasn't properly conscious." Christine cut in. "He was only saying one word. Otherwise I would have." Bones frowned at her. "Let me know next time." He moved over to stand on the other side of the bed. "How's his mental state doing, Jim?" "Not too good, but he'll be alright. His mental barriers have taken a real battering." "Okay, then I'll let you get back to helping him." He walked away, muttering under his breath. "Damn alien viruses!"