[McCoy stared down at him a long moment, phaser still in hand, finger still right there on the trigger. It wasn't a question, he knew he couldn't do it, Kirk knew he couldn't, he wasn't a god damned killer and it was right there in the open.

He let the phaser drop next to Kirk's head, eyes turning to Jim's knife buried in his gut as if he were watching the scene from a distance. He pulled back, away from Kirk, back hitting the desk as he covered the wound with his good hand.]

So that- [He looked back over to Kirk, struggling.] Going to kill me Kirk?