A cough tears through my body and it hurts, hurts like no other pain I’ve ever felt before. This is it, I know it. No more space-hopping for Captain Kirk. The sun is blistering hot and burns my face, stings my eyes. They water and I can feel the tears streaming down my cheek.
I groan. Pain, pain all around, in my eyes, in my body and in my heart - most of all the pain is in my heart, though not physical.
A man crouches beside me. I can see him in the corner of my eye, and he leans into my field of vision. Yes, I recognize him. He’s the captain of the Enterprise: Jean-Luc Picard.
His brown eyes remind me of someone I used to love, so long ago. To me, it was only yesterday, but I know nothing of Spock now. Is he still alive? Has he grown old without me?
I must say it now, but I can barely get the words across my lips. I gather my last strength and fix my gaze on Picard’s compassionate features. I can see the truth there, and I better hurry if I want this said. I struggle to talk, this one last time.
I never told the truth, and never before did it feel so important. I lock my gaze with the other captain of the Enterprise, and will him to understand how crucial these words really are to me, as I struggle to get them past my lips.
“Picard. Please, tell Spock ...”
Picard waits patiently while I fight to get those last, so important words out.
“Tell Spock ... I love him.”
Understanding dawns on Picard's face, and I know he has heard the significance, and the real meaning behind my words. He will tell Spock, and make sure he knows the truth as well.
I am flooded with relief. I can go now, at peace.
Darkness descends, pulls me through and into the light.