You were in your boyfriend, Pavel's, quarters. He was asleep on his bed, laying on his back. His blonde, curly hair was a little longer than usual, and it hung over his eyes. Man, he's cute. you think. His cheeks were flushed red and his breath was raspy.

Pavel was sick and had been or a few days. Doctor McCoy said he could stay in his room so he would be more comfortable. Pavel had asked you to stay with him, because he loved you and thought he might feel better if you were with him.

You had talked to Captain Kirk about being able to stay off work. He said yes, but you would have to write a lot of reports. Now, you were sitting at a table in Pavel's quarters, writing a report about a new flower from a class M planet.

"Y/N," you heard a raspy voice mutter. "Can you help me?"

"Sure, what do you need help with?" You ask, moving over to Pavel. He could need help with anything, from getting a glass of water, to even just moving.

"Can you get me a blanket? One of the blankets that changes the temperature." He asked, barely opening his eyes. He was pretty hard to understand because of his Russian accent.

"Yeah," you say, grabbing one of those blankets. You laid it over him and turned it on. He smiled and muttered 'Thank you'

"Can you lay next to me? I feel better when you're here." Pavel said, still not opening his eyes.

"Sure." You answer, laying next to him. You could feel the blanket changing from hot to cold. Pavel smiled and actually looked like he slept better.

"Goodnight." You whisper, kissing his cheek.