You were walking down the hall of the Enterprise when you heard someone crying. The sound was behind a closed door. You slowly lifted your hand to knock on the door.

"Go away! I don't vant to see anyone!" You heard a voice yell, cracking throughout the door.

"Pavel Chekov?" You asked, but there was no reply. You opened the door and walked in, Pavel Chekov was laying on his bed crying.

"Pavel? What's wrong?" You ask, sitting beside him on the bed. He sat up and you see a bad burn on his forearm.

"I was working in engineering and I got a burn. Mr Scott made me go back to my room. A lot of people on this ship don't think I'm old enough to be here, that I'm not able to do my job." Pavel cried, not even with pain. With disappointment in himself.

You wrapped your arm around his waist and kissed his cheek. You two had been dating for a month and told each other a lot of things, this was not one of them.

"Pavel, you may be young, but your qualified. As qualified as anyone. Trust me, everyone think your young, but can do the job." You tell him. He smiled slightly and grabbed your hand with his good one.

"Zank you, Y/N, it means a lot," He said, smiling a little.

You took his burned arm and his good arm and dragged him to the sickbay. You were a nurse there, so you could be the one to take care if him. As far as you know he never thought about being to young again.