[Kirk waited until the doctor passed out, standing there and watching silently for those few minutes before he turned to get the doctor's pack. He dumped everything out of it, stealing the hyposprays for good measure and breaking a few vials so they couldn't be used against him.

Then he came across his prize. The dermal regenerator that McCoy had recently gotten for Christmas.

He flipped it on and crouched down in front of McCoy, holding the device over the stab wound in his gut. The other wounds he was going to leave. He just wanted McCoy alive. Comfort had nothing to do with it.]

"Wakey, wakey, doctor."