Where Are You? Please Save Me From My Nightmare

Chapter 4 - Life Throws You Curves

      When Kirk got back to the house dawn was just beginning to break across the sky. He was exhausted after chasing the man that had been lurking in the shadows. Kirk did want some answers from him but still felt foolish for being such a jerk to the man who was helping him and Chekov out. There was something all too familiar about his tone but Kirk was too tired to think on it. When he entered the living room the something caught his eye. Kirk walked toward the other end of the room to investigate. Before he had the chance to find out what had caught his eye Chekov let out a low groan and faintly opened his eyes.

     “Sorry if I woke you.” Kirk said in a hushed tone.

     “It’z no problem sir.” Chekov breathed the words out as he went to stand up but fell back down. Kirk in a panic rushed over to the lad. Kirk had sensed something was wrong and ignored it even though it was staring him right in the face.

     “Chekov, are you ok?” Kirk shook Chekov to try to get him to snap out of it but the boy passed out. Kirk put his hand to his forehead and he was burning up. Sweat was beading on his face. Kirk ran outside to get some fallen snow to apply to the sick boy’s head to try to cool him down.  How could I have been so stupid? I should not have shaken off the slight fever and the coughing. Kirk ran back into the house with a snow ball the size of his palm. He slid to Chekov’s side and applied the snow ball to his forehead. There was a hint of relief on the sick boy’s face as he peeked a look up at Kirk. Kirk formed a weary smile on his face as Chekov came around.

     “Welcome back, How are you feeling?”

     “Vell besidez the dizzy feeling and being cold I think I am feeling fine.”

     “Is there anything I can get you? Like some soup, water anything?”

     “Soup soundz good but I am not sure if I could hold it down.”

     “Ok just hang in there friend. It will be ok. Just rest now. I do not want you to get any worse.” Chekov then dozed back off after struggling to keep conscious. Kirk quickly lost his smile and did his best to wrap the sick Chekov up. His curly hair clung to his forehead with the sweat. Kirk knew something had to be done otherwise he may lose his only friend in this cold world. He sorted through his options while pacing through the room. His mind came to the same place. Kirk then rushed out the door. He ran down the streets as fast as he could, not caring who he ran into. He was filled with so much worry to care about anything else in the world. He ran all the way to Doctor McCoy’s door. Though Kirk did not have any money to offer him he had to at least try. McCoy is a miracle worker and maybe he could work a miracle to save Chekov.

      When Kirk burst through the door he was greeted with a crowded waiting room. When he approached the desk panting a doctor came in from the other room. He had slightly messy short brown hair. He was older but had spirit and passion in his face. Kirk rushed over to him with his eyes watery.

     “Excuse me are you Doctor McCoy?”

      “Yes that is my name. Can you wait? I am really busy right now.” He did not even look Kirk in the eye and just brushed past him.

      “Please Doctor my friend who lives with me came down with a horrible cold. I am afraid if something is not done he might not make it.” Kirk pleaded with everything he had.

      “As you can see there are so many damn people in here with colds as well. It is amazing I can manage even this. Now please kid just wait.”

      “He is everything I have and has saved me from my darkness. I owe this chance to save him!”

      “You seem to not understand that there are people in line sick as well. You are not the only case I have. The Earth does not revolve around you.” Kirk reached out, grabbed McCoy’s shoulder and spun him around to look at him in the eyes.