has suffered an outbreak of choriocytosis, but the disease is not any more fatal then pneumonia. The ship proceeds to the dedication ceremonies of the Academy of Science on Deneb V. However, Spock collapses while working on the bridge. McCoy has him taken to Sickbay and confirms that choriocytosis is fatal to races with copper-based blood. There is only one cure, a rare naturally-occurring drug called strobolin. The nearest supply planet is too far away for Spock to survive. Even with a synthetic version of strobolin, McCoy can only sustain Spock for three days. McCoy suggests they set up a rendezvous...Read the full recap
Kirk: It’ll hurt seeing him like that.
McCoy: I know. As much as it might seem at times that I can’t stand that point-eared encyclopedia, I don’t want to see that happen to him.
McCoy: This won't hurt a bit, Spock.
Spock: An unnecessary assurance, Doctor, in addition to being untrue.
McCoy: That's the last time I waste my bedside manner on a Vulcan.
Spock: Such restraint would be welcome.
McCoy: Blasted Vulcan. Why couldn't you have red blood like any normal human?
McCoy: What's the use of being a doctor anyway? We're only as good as our drugs and technology make us. Underneath all the tricks, I might as well be practicing in the Middle Ages.
Kirk: If you really believed that, Bones, you wouldn't still be a doctor after 25 years.