Star Trek One-Shots

Chekov: Sick

Yes. I love Chekov. This story's kinda short because my brain wasn't working. Let's not waste time on intros and do this.

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You laid on the medical bed, coughing. McCoy prepared another shot and you shivered in fear.

"No, I don't need it," you manage to say between coughs.

Bones snorted. "Yes, you do. Now give me an arm," he said. You pulled your arm away and whimpered in fear. You never liked needles and never would.

"Y/N, just cooperate!" he growled, trying to grab your arm. You kept moving it, watching the needle nervously.

Just then, your friend (crush) Pavel Chekov walked in. "Y/N?" he asked. "Vat's up?"

"She has whooping cough," Bones said, trying to nab your arm again. You pulled it away yet again and Pavel frowned. "She won't let me give her a shot."

Pavel walked over to you, taking your hand. You blushed and held it to your chest.

"Y/N, I vanted to ask, vat's your favorite color?" he said. You rack your brain, finally deciding on a lilac color when you felt a small poke. You turned and your eyes widened when you saw the hypo emptying into your arm. Pavel smiled warmly and you blushed.

"My favorite color is lilac," you finally said. He nodded, considering your answer. Then he watched Bones and you felt the doctor's presence leave.

Pavel blushed, his eyes focusing on your own. You blushed too, pulling the small, thin blanket onto you.

"Y/N, I vanted to tell you...zat...I really like you," Pavel stuttered. You were sure your face had turned crimson.

"I really like you t-too, Pavel," you admitted. He smiled, then leaned in and kissed you lightly.

"You may get sick," you said when you parted. He shrugged.

"If I get to be with you, zen count me in," he said. You grinned and hugged him.

Maybe being sick wasn't as bad as you thought.