JOJO's Big Adventure

Part 7

The giant's voice sent icy tendrils of fear down Corrin's spine, paralyzing him. His wide eyes trailed upwards, desperately searching for the source of the booming sound. All he could make out were tower-sized legs clad in long black pants and a blue shirt that seemed to stretch on forever. The dizzying height obscured the giant's face, leaving Corrin uncertain if they had been spotted. With a sinking heart, Corrin also notes a second pair of giant feet behind him; they are boxed in. Corrin can feel the two pairs of giant eyes' on him and his friend.

As he remained frozen, his attention momentarily diverted; Corrin failed to notice the cat stalking closer with malicious intent. Suddenly, a powerful paw struck him, its razor-sharp claws sinking into his back with unrelenting force.

"AAHH!" Corrin screamed, pain flaring through his small body.

"No! Get you!" roared the giant voice again, filled with anger and urgency.

In the confused blur that followed, Corrin heard the scuffle between the cat and the giant—the yowls and growls. Yet, as suddenly as it began, the cat's presence vanished. Corrin tried to catch his breath, his mind racing with questions and worry.

Still reeling from the shock of the attack, Corrin's thoughts turned to his friend. "June... where's June?" his pained whisper barely audible even to himself.

Before Corrin could fully register what was happening, he felt a powerful shift beneath him. He rolled onto a warm, rough surface that smelled strongly of sanitizer and mint. Panic surged within him, his heart pounding like a jackhammer as the realization struck – he was resting on a giant palm.

"Wh-what's happening?" Corrin whimpered, trembling with a mixture of fear and pain.

"Shh, easy there, little fella, I gotcha. I'm not gonna hurtcha," the giant man soothed in a gruff whisper. His voice was gentle, but the sheer size and volume still made Corrin flinch.

As the giant man stood up, Corrin felt himself rising higher and higher.

*Please don't drop me, please don't drop me,* he repeated like a silent mantra, heart pounding in his chest as he felt the giant's loosely curled fingers around him, not squeezing, but rather providing a gentle barrier to keep him from plummeting to his doom.

Corrin's breath hitched as the giant man's blue eyes seemed to bore into him, scrutinizing his tiny form. The brown-haired giant looked worried, but what Corrin found most unnerving was the man's sheer size and the fact that he was now the sole focus of such a gargantuan being.

"June," Corrin suddenly remembered, his voice barely audible as he choked out her name. "Where is she? Is she okay?"

"Easy, kid," the giant replied, his surprise evident in his wide eyes. "I got her right here."

As the giant lifted his other hand closer to Corrin, he saw June lying unconscious; her small body cradled gently in the massive palm. Her face was pale, her hair was disheveled, and she looked so vulnerable that it made Corrin heartache.

"Is this June?" the giant asked, his voice softening with concern.

"Y-yes," Corrin stuttered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Relief washed over him like a wave, but it was quickly replaced by apprehension about their precarious situation.

Corrin's heart raced, his breath coming in shallow gasps as fear continued to grip him. He couldn't shake the overwhelming sensation of being so utterly insignificant in the giant man's grasp. "W-what are you going to do with us?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The giant man's face softened, and he responded gently, "Do? I'm a doctor, I'm gonna help you, I'm not gonna hurt you, kid. My name is Doctor McCoy, CMO of the Starship Enterprise. What's your name, kid?"

"Corrin," he managed to reply, his voice shaking. The revelation that this giant was a doctor offered some comfort, but Corrin couldn't ignore the sense of vulnerability that still gnawed at him.

"Doktor, you found more! This is good; the place must be close by!" a new voice exclaimed, causing Corrin to flinch. He had forgotten about the other giant.

"Keep your voice down, Chekov. Shoot, I still need Jo to ID that guy." Dr. Mccoy frowned, looking down at his two tiny new patients.

"Alright, Corrin," Dr. McCoy said, his tone reassuring. "I'm going to take you and June to the sick bay. We need to check on her and those claw wounds on your back."

As Dr. McCoy shifted June's unconscious form onto the same hand that held Corrin, the boy marveled at just how easily the doctor could hold both of them in one massive palm. "Sorry about that, I just need a hand free," Dr. McCoy explained, his voice tinged with awe. He smiled slightly as Corrin instinctively snuggled closer to June, curling protectively around her fragile frame.

"Is she going to be alright?" Corrin asked hesitantly, his eyes fixed on June's pale face.

Dr. McCoy nodded; his blue eyes warm with reassurance. "I'll do everything I can to make sure of it, Corrin."

With that, Dr. McCoy reached into the side pocket of his shirt, pulling out another tiny figure. Corrin stared in surprise at the other shrunken teen. "This is my daughter Joanna. She's in the same mess you're in."

Dr. Mccoy turned to Chekov. "Here, take Joanna to the station. I need to take these two up to sickbay."

Chekov gently held his palm out. Joanna walked from her father's palm to Chekov's hand. Joanna couldn't help but blush under the young ensign's gaze. Chekov gently cups her to his chest.

"Now, I'm trusting you to keep her safe." Mccoy gruffly told his co-worker.

"You have my word Doktor!" Chekov cheerily told the grouchy doctor.

Mccoy pulled out his communicator and spoke into it, asking to be beamed up. As the transporter hummed to life, Corrin closed his eyes, burying his face in June's hair, and whispered a silent prayer for their safety.

The world around them dissolved into a whirlwind of sparkling energy as the transporter buzzed to life.

"Easy there, kid." Dr. McCoy spoke gently, sensing Corrin's unease. As they rematerialized, the doctor instinctively cupped his hand against his abdomen, shielding his tiny passengers from any harm. "Hang on tight."

"Wh-where are we?" Corrin stammered, forcing himself to open his eyes and take in their new surroundings. The sick bay was filled with advanced medical equipment, each piece looming like a towering monolith above him.

"Welcome to the Enterprise sick bay," Dr. McCoy said."I'm going to get you two looked at right away."

As the doctor crossed the room towards a large examination table, Corrin felt a renewed sense of hope.

"Alright, let's get you both settled," Dr. McCoy said as he carefully lowered his massive hand onto the examination table. Corrin felt the cold surface beneath him, and his shivering intensified.

"Are you cold, son?" Dr. McCoy asked, noticing Corrin's trembling.

"Y-yes, sir," Corrin replied.

"Let me fetch you a blanket," Dr. McCoy said, retrieving a small fabric to cover the children. "Now, let's see what we can do about those injuries."

As the doctor examined Corrin's claw wounds, his precise movements betrayed years of experience. "I'm going to apply some disinfectant and a dermal regenerator," he explained. "This might sting a bit."

"Alright," Corrin said, steeling himself for the pain.

"Almost done," Dr. McCoy reassured him, his voice soothing despite the discomfort. Corrin couldn't help but feel grateful for this giant's gentle care.

"Doctor, will June be okay?" Corrin asked, his eyes filling with worry as he glanced at her still form.

"Let me take a look," Dr. McCoy replied, turning his attention to the unconscious girl. After examining her for several moments, he looked back at Corrin. "She's got a concussion, but I'll do everything I can to help her recover."

"Thank you," Corrin murmured. As the doctor continued his work, Corrin allowed himself to consider the possibility that they might just make it through this ordeal after all.