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Chekov [Star Trek]*

"Y/N!!" You heard someone yell, as a figure ran toward you. "Y/N, are you okay? Do you know who I am?"

"I'm okay, I'm okay. You are Pavel Chekov." You answer, lying just a little. Beside that, all you really knew was that everything was fuzzy and your ankle was sore.

"Come on. Let me guide you to sickbay." Pavel said, putting your arm over his shoulder and wrapping his arm around your waist. You both stood up and he walked you to a turbo lift. Both of you were involved in a minor explosion.

The sickbay was surprisingly empty. Not many people were injured, you guess. A nurse led you and Pavel to a room. There was two beds and it was a little darker than other rooms. A room for when you have a concussion.

"Doctor McCoy will be with you in a little bit. He has a lot of paper work to do. I would has someone else check you, but with an explosion it's mandatory for the Chief Doctor to look over a person." The nurse explained while you and Pavel sat down in the separate beds. You put your leg up and pulled your pant leg up. Your right ankle was swollen, it looked like to golf balls put together.

"Ouch." Pavel said as he saw your ankle.

"Ouch to you too." You reply, wincing as you gently moved your foot. He had removed his shirt and was covered in bruises. "You going to be okay?"

"I should be fine."

"So should I. Nothing McCoy couldn't fix."

As on cue, McCoy walked in. "Alright, Y/F/N and Pavel Chekov. Involved in an engineering explosion."

You both nodded. He looked over Pavel first. "Nothing major, just a couple of bruised bones. You should be fine in a few days, but take a day off of work." McCoy diagnosed. He walked over to you and waved a tricorder at your ankle.

"Severely Sprained. Stay off of it for a few days. At least 2 days off of work. You also have a small concussion, so no hard work. Also LOTS of rest." McCoy said to you. You nodded and let him bandage your ankle and head.

A couple of hours later, Pavel and you were released. "Let's go to my room," he said. You nodded and moved slowly toward a turbo lift. Each step hurt a lot.

Pavel's room wasn't very messy. He helped you to the bed and set you down.

"Want anything?" He asked. You nodded and laid back on the bed. He brought you some water, which you drank instantly. He laid down on the bed next to you and put his arm around you. You curled up next to him, careful of his bruised ribs, and fell asleep. He smiled looking at you asleep, before he slept himself.