[ the species is unique, to say the least. they've got about twelve hours before the plague wipes out the last of them, and the entire ship is in a state of organized chaos. jim's jumping between hashing it out with command and trying to communicate with the creature they best guess is in charge.

bones is leading the team trying to isolate the pathogen, but so far they've gotten nowhere. to say that bones is frustrated is to be a genius of understatement, and while he's keeping calm for the team, those who know him well (spock and chris) can tell he's getting more frustrated as time slips from them.

he wants to save them, damnit.

he mutters to himself under his breath as he examines another printout. ]

We barely understand the biology of these creatures and now we're trying to diagnose them? We don't even have an established baseline.