"You mean to tell me…Bones would more than likely…die from the surgery?" Captain Kirk gasped.

Dr. Sarell nodded.

"Yah must be joking, lad!" Scotty begged.

"I do not joke, Mr. Scott; Vulcans are not capable of doing such things." Dr. Sarell answered.

"Spock, you gotta know of some other treatment options; tell me those aren't the only three for us to chose from!" Captain Kirk begged.

"There are other many more treatments, Captain, but none that qualify for Dr. McCoy's present condition." Spock answered.

"You mean to tell I can give Bones two treatments that more than likely will not work or one that has high chances of healing Bones completely, but also has a high risk of killing him before the surgery even ends?!" Captain Kirk exclaimed.

"That is what Dr. Sarell has said, Captain."

Scotty crumpled into his chair, leaned forward to rest his head next to Dr. McCoy's legs and began sobbing hysterically.

"No, God, no…tell me it ain't so!" Scotty sobbed.

"Dr. Sarell…surely your colleagues know of other treatments that can be done on Bones." Captain Kirk begged.

"I have discussed Leonard's current condition with my three colleagues; they were the ones who gave me those options for you three to chose from. Besides those three, there is nothing more we can do for your friend…unless you wish to take him off of life support." Dr. Sarell softly spoke.

Captain Kirk gaped at him.

"What," Captain Kirk gasped, as if he were ready to lose it. "You mean…killing him?!"

"Not killing him; murder is an act based off of illogicality. It would be ending your friend's suffering." Dr. Sarell answered.

"You listen here, and you listen good; I will walk through molten lava, jump from cliffs, enter Romulan territory, drink poison, give up my position as captain of my ship before I would let you take Bones off from life support!" Captain Kirk snapped.

"Captain…this is not about what we wish for…it is what we feel Dr. McCoy would want." Spock spoke, softly.

"I know what Bones would want, and it wouldn't be dying!" Captain Kirk hissed.

Dr. Sarell, understanding where Captain Kirk was coming from.

"I will give you three 72 hours for a decision. Maybe the brain cells will show signs of healing his brain, and I will again run another MRJHI on Leonard to check…but I would be strongly prepared for one of the other options I have given you three." Dr. Sarell spoke, softly, then left the room.

"Who does he think he is; barging in here and saying such filth of Bones. Taking him off life support, how sick minded can these Vulcans be?!" Captain Kirk snarled.

"Captain, Vulcans are not ill minded; Dr. Sarell has given three options to chose from that could help Dr. McCoy possibly, and one option that would let him no longer have to live life being attached to machines making him survive." Spock answered.

"I will NOT kill Bones," Captain Kirk hissed.

"Captain…Mr. Spock is right, sir." Scotty whimpered.

"Excuse me," Captain Kirk exclaimed.

"Dr. McCoy wouldn't wanna live like this, Captain. He would want us to chose one of the options or take him off life support." Scotty wept.

Captain Kirk's temper was settling down and hearing that both Spock and Scotty agreed with Dr. Sarell, he had to accept that what they were saying was true. Dr. McCoy wouldn't wanna spend the rest of his life attached to such machinery; he would wanna be working on the ship, working in Sickbay, going on missions, talking to him, Spock, or Scotty, helping others be nursed back to health…this life was anything from what Dr. McCoy wanted.

Captain Kirk nodded and turned to face Spock.

"Spock…will you…do the mind meld, go into Bones's brain, and…ask what he would want us to do?" Captain Kirk quivered, swallowing a knot in his throat.

Spock nodded.

"Yes, Captain," Spock answered.

Spock gently touched Dr. McCoy's forehead, closed his eyes, then began softly saying something in Vulcan. Spock became silent and entered once again into Dr. McCoy's mind.

In Dr. McCoy's brain…

Spock wandered around in the dark, like last time, until he crossed paths with Memory, again. He had someone else with him, this time that looked like just like him.

"Spock, pleasure seeing you, again. This is Emotions." Memory answered, with a smile.

"Good to see yah, Spock," Emotions said, with a big smile.

"As to you, Doctor; I come here with important news to give to you two." Spock answered.

"What, Spock; is Jim and Scotty alright?" Emotions worried.

"Both Mr. Scott and the Captain are doing fine, Doctor. No, I come to tell you that the treatment has failed." Spock answered.

"Well, we know that; have you ever tried to get brain cells to do what you want? There as stubborn as you are sometimes, Spock." Emotions answered.

"I do not have time for quarreling, Doctor, even though I feel slightly uneasy with not having one for some time, now." Spock answered.

"Besides that, Spock, why are you here, anyways?" Memory questioned.

"I have come to ask you two what you wish for your second treatment." Spock replied.

Both Memory and Emotions nodded.

"What are they, Mr. Spock?" Memory asked.

"Two are injections, though one is done surgically, and both are more than likely to fail, according to previous studies done here on Vulcan." Spock answered.

"What about the other ones, Spock?" Emotions replied.

"The one left is an operation that would be highly successful in bringing you back to consciousness, Doctor. However, the chances of you surviving through the operation are low." Spock responded.

"Both don't sound well," Memory commented, crossing his arms.

"It's either those options or taking you off of life support and ending your life." Spock added.

"Yah mean you're just gonna let those doctors pull the plug on me and not try anything, Spock?!" Emotions cried, getting angry.

"No, Doctor; Jim is more than resilient to do so. I am only here to ask what you would wish for us to do, before giving the doctor who is currently treating you our final decision." Spock answered.

Memory and Emotions both thought for a long while.

"I certainly don't wanna live the rest of my life hooked up to mechanical equipment, that's for sure." Memory commented.

"And to see Jim, Spock, and Scotty again would be wonderful." Emotions answered.

"Emotions, there's only one to chose from." Memory replied.

"I agree," Emotions answered.

Both turned to face Spock, again.

"We know what we want, Spock." Emotions answered.

"What would that be, Doctor?" Spock answered.

"I want the operation, Spock." Emotions answered.

"You do realize more than likely, you will never come back from the operating table alive, correct?" Spock replied.

"I do, Spock…but I'd rather die knowing that something was done to try and save me than die and know that nothing was done to try and save me." Emotions answered, softly.

Spock nodded.

"You make a very logical argument, Doctor." Spock commented.

"Thank you, Spock," Emotions answered, with a gentle smile.

Spock nodded.

"I must be going, now." Spock answered.

"Spock," Emotions called out.

Spock turned around to face Emotions.

"Yes, Doctor," Spock answered.

"Just in case I do fail to survive during surgery, would you tell Jim and Scotty I'll always love them?" Emotions questioned.

"I will make sure to tell them." Spock answered.

"And, Spock,"

"Yes, Doctor,"

"I'll always love you, too, Spock…even if we did manage to almost rip one of our throats out from the other."

Spock felt something and it was foreign to him. He felt a tight pain in his chest, but it didn't feel like any physically wrong with him. A knot had formed in his throat, but managed to swallow it.

Spock nodded.

"The same to you, Doctor." Spock commented, softly. He was horrified to speak any louder, knowing what might possibly happen to him.

Both Memory and Emotions waved 'goodbye' to Spock, and Spock did the same in return, then he faded away back into reality.