Sulu shook his head, looking up at Jack after a moment of mentally calming himself down. "He should have told us. I think even he knows that now. But he didn't tell us, and there's nothing we can do about that. What we can do is try to stop this. I'm going to talk to McCoy. At the very least, he might..."

He choked on his words for a moment, struggling to get all his thoughts in line and to kick them back into the optimism he'd had just before Jack had arrived. It would be all right, it would, damn it. It had to be. "...At the very least," he finally started again, weakly, "He might be able to treat the symptoms. To make it better while..."

He shook his head again, harder, reaching up to grip his hair with both his hands before letting them drop to his sides once more, focusing on Jack again. "We fought to get him back the first time, and we can't give up now. One last roadblock, that's all this is. I. I care for him so much, Jack." He could only hope Jack knew exactly what he meant when he said that. "And I can't let him down now."