[McCoy cried out and jerked, making the pain worse with the movement. Son of a bitch.

It took a few moments to compose himself again, teeth grit and tremors running up his arm as he met Kirk's glare.] Hit a sore spot huh? [He muttered. He took some satisfaction in the fact he probably knew this Kirk better then the man would ever like and tried to ignore the fact that it was because the bones of the Jim Kirk he knew were clearly visible in the man above him.]