"If you're okay to travel," is his only clarification, seeing as Jim's just come back from being a kid, as far as McCoy's concerned and he doesn't want him running off before he's ready. "But, yeah, we could start working on synthesizing the blood into a first trial by this evening," he says, hope glimmering in his eyes.

"Jim, I swear to god, I'm not dying. Okay? Not with a chance like this."