You take charge of the situation

"Look guys, she's hurt pretty bad," you say to other two botanists. "We need to get her back to the Enterprise. She needs medical attention! We don't have time for this!" You kneel next to Sandy, and take hold of her hand. Milk is streaming from her breasts, and her belly id beginning to puff up.

"Are you getting this Pete?" Killgrave asks excitedly. "She's going into full term pregnancy in a matter of minutes! This is incredible!"

"I'm on it Horace! I'm not it!" Pete assures him. And sure enough, he is on it, getting close up shots of Sandy's lactating breasts and her very rapidly growing pregnant belly.

"Stay with me Sandy!" You squeeze her hand, and she manages to squeeze yours back. "We're going to get you out of here!" You pull out your communicator, and flip it open. "Doe to Enterprise. Come in Enterprise. Requesting emergency beam out! We have a team member down! Repeat, we have a team member down!"

"What are you doing?" Killgrave demands. "You're taking away our fun!"

"I don't call Sandy laying here naked, growing more and more pregnant by the minute having fun! She needs medical attention!"

"Nonsense, Doe!" Killgrave barks at you. "You know Star Fleet protocol on a new species. We can't beam it up to the ship unless it's proven to be harmless. There's only one way for us to find that out. She has to give birth! If whatever comes out of her pussy, and eats us, we know it's not safe to beam it or her up. We have to wait and see."

For some insane reason, this somehow starts to make sense to you. You shake your head. "Just hang in there Sandy. It shouldn't be much longer. We'll get you back to the Enterprise, and you'll be back on your feet, playing practical jokes on me in no time!" At least you hope everything works out this way, and that no one gets eaten by whatever Sandy gives birth to. You look at her belly again. it's big, round, and swollen to its limits. "Okay Sandy, I think the baby's coming!" you look over at Pete and Horace. "One of you, get in between her legs, and help her give birth!"

Killgrave and Pete look at each other, then at you. "We're botanists, not midwives! We don't know the first thing about having a baby!"

"Just get down there, and get ready to catch the baby's head when it pops out!" you scream at the top of your lungs in total exasperation.

"Go ahead, Horace," says Pete. "I'll be right behind you, recording what happens."

"Oh thank you very much Pete! At least my family will get to see how I died, in case I don't survive! Why can't he do it?" Killgrave points at you. "He's just a red shirt!"

At that moment, Sandy screams and howls in pain. "IT'S COMING!" she shouts at the top of her lungs.

(Author's note: Insert commercial break here for Jalapeno Gummy Bears. They're unbearably good!)