Panic enveloped the doctor as he hung from the rafters and he tried to calm himself down with short, shuddering breaths. Don't look down, Leonard, he repeated this mantra to himself grimly as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to swallow down the nausea rising in the pit of his stomach. Remember the seminar. What good is a Starfleet officer who's afraid of everything?. His mouth was dry and he attempted to inhale deeply -- a technique to calm him down -- but ended up coughing he felt the dust scratch down the back of his throat.

He could hear Jack below, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. McCoy never hated the pirate as much as he did now and his anger propelled him to attempt a precarious swing to the nearest rafter in order to stop hanging there like damn fish bait on a hook.