Bastard. [McCoy shuddered, silently going through blood loss and shock in his mind, cases he had seen as early as med school. You'd think in the future people wouldn't use knives as much in crime but they always did, some primitive urge he used to think. The first he had seen anything so bloody had been glass though, smashed windows in a shuttle crash, twisted metal and blue lipped bodies and hours in the ER assisting. A testament to their 'technological progress.'

Yeah, he was drifting, the blood already spilled from his arm was making quick work of it. And here he was in Jim's room, practically his 'second home' considering how many nights he spent there. He glanced back over to Kirk, wanted to say something bitter or biting or maybe imploring in some last ditch effort to make the whole thing make sense but he closed his eyes instead and drifted off completelya few minutes later.]