Next time such a situation happens, she can count on him to be just as doggedly stubborn and put up just as fierce a fight.

He rises with her help, careful not to put too much weight on the knee too soon, but doesn't completely straighten. A stitch in his side catches him unaware and he gasps. With his free hand, he jams a fist into the spot and begins to fall forward. It's the awkward first step in the rest of their journey. He limps forward heavily, both supporting Spock and being supported simultaneously.

"What did you do?" he grinds out, his breathing still labored.