His hands on Kirk's shoulders, he held him steady, looking into his eyes. "Is it the other Jim?" Bones asked him, the unfocused look in Kirk's eyes worrying him.

Neurological readings still elevated. Shit... "Let him go, Jim," Bones told him, pushing a lock of hair out of his face. Heart rate decreasing, breathing returning to normal levels... "I've got you," he said softly. "You're here, and you're home and I've got you now." Another deep breath, another touch to Kirk's chest. "You have to let him go, for both your sakes."