Die? Die?! He couldn't be serious. He simply couldn't... But no, no, that expression that he was wearing made it far too obvious that he was serious. Koon-ut-kal-if-fee? God. Kali meant challenge. And fee meant before... Koon-ut. Marriage? Pre-Marriage Challenge? Oh, god. She had no idea what that meant, but it did sound impossible here.
"So you were just going to sit around and pretend like nothing was happening to you until I woke up one morning to find you dead?" Uhura asked, the words and her voice perhaps having more sting in them than she meant them to. "Because that sounds like a brilliant plan, a really brilliant plan. God. I could smack you right now," Uhura said, stepping forward again and reaching out, grabbing his wrist and yanking him forward with as much strength as her frame could muster. "And stop running away from me!"
There had to be some way to stop this other than what he suggested. There had to be some way that they could keep him from dying. And for god's sake, if it required dragging him to Dr. McCoy, she would do it. She wasn't going to lose him. Not to his own damn stubbornness.
"Tell me what to do," Uhura said, the anger dropping away from her voice and pure, subdued fear replacing her tone. "Tell me what to do."