Emotional,physical, and mental

One

Jim's eyes forced open to see the cell was empty.

"Bones!" Jim shouted.

Panic.

Fear.

Unsure.

Doubt.

Fright.

"Damn it, Bones." Jim muttered, helping himself upright using the wall as his guide.

Jim got upright then he went toward the door then he grabbed on the bars using his hands and tried to pry them open forwards in his direction. God, the bars burned his hand! With a shout Jim fell back on the hard concrete floor wincing at the pain he was in. His eyes closed as he could smell the burning coming off his fingers. How perfect. He didn't have Bones to help him take care of the hand problem. He looked up to see there being a pair of bars at the top with a space in between them.

He made a invincible barrier with his doubts of being captain between his friends and the job.

He had all the time in the word to self-pity himself.

Jim looked down toward his red burned hands.

Surely, the determination of one old Vulcan to get him aboard that ship should ease his worries. No, they didn't. It just made him believe that old Spock believed every James Tiberius Kirk in the multiverse belong on the Enterprise regardless of their position but preferably be the captain of it. He spoke highly of his Jim on the way to the base. How they became fast tracking friends and the human practically grew on him like a brother. Jim didn't see any of that with his Spock. They strictly had the captain-commander relationship.

The scenery dissolved around Jim falling like liquid. His hands,remarkably, still had the burns! It was a bitter taste of his reality. What he had did was stupid, he should have expected the bars to be electrified. Perhaps the mute can help him as she did with Bones wounded thumb. It was a miracle, Bones noted, that she was able to heal with her hands. Even more unusual that she could not speak and did not know sign language. Jim went down the dark hallway until he came to the pool of light where there was the young woman curled up, her legs around her calfs, and her eyes were bright as two sea blue beads from a bracelet he made for his mother. One that he never did give to her because she left and Uncle Fred broke it.

She turned toward Jim's direction.

"We have to get out of here," Jim said. "Stat," He was thinking about her, getting her to safety, other than getting his hand healed after walking in the darkness for what felt like an hour. "Take my hand," She looked up toward his hand, her eyes full of wonder, and fear rested in them. "You can trust me." Her gentle brown eyes rested on his light blue ones. "I will not hurt you."

The girl looked as though she were touched.

She extended her hand toward his hand.

Then she let out a scream taking her hand back.

Shit!, Jim thought realizing his error.

When he looked down toward his hands the injuries were gone. Jim then picked up the one hundred twenty pound woman into his arm. He picked the girl up into is arms then speeded in the direction where there was a source of light. Jim had a eerie feeling this had happened before, but maybe not, far as he was concerned this had never happened before. He went in the direction of the light heading past metal towering pillars supporting the ceiling. He saw there being a exit that showed light at the end of the tunnel. Jim looked to the entrance and then back to the exit. He lowered her down to the floor letting her stand upright.