He's staring at the thing, reaching for his medkit, because he doesn't know what could do this, but it's nothing he's ever seen before. "I need to pull blood and marrow, or the tribble equivalent of marrow," he rambles, his heart rapidly thumping in his chest as his hope grows.

"Jim, if these readings are accurate, then I think, I think I could fabricate a treatment out of this for me. Maybe even a cure," he says. He just needs to replace his white blood cells, that's it.