[The fear bothered him. It bothered him more deeply than anything of his own. He could ride the adrenaline...but Spock was exhausted.]

I'll determine whether it's bad or not. Just listen to everything I say.

[The order was firm, unrelenting, and almost militaristic. His thoughts flitted to Luke for a second when he realized where the impulses he was following came from. He gently looked Spock's arm over his shoulders for a support, his own adrenaline spiking when he felt the further wet patches on Spock's body.]

You're going to have to stand, and we're going to get you to the coffee table. Do you understand?