"Aww.." Pavel Chekov muttered as you rubbed alcohol swabs on a cut. He had fallen on an away mission and got a nasty cut on his arm. It was an inch and a half deep, so he'd need stitches. But first, you needed to clean the cut and give him a couple shots.

"I'm sorry. This'll hurt a little more than the alcohol." You say, taking the syringe. You had to inject it into the cut on his arm.

"You have to put that in the cut, right?" Pavel asked, his eyes turning wide. You smile a weak smile and nod.

"Sorry," you mutter, injecting the needle into his arm. He winced and jerked a little.

"Aye!" He yelled, trying to grab his arm, but you stop him.

"That'll make it worse." You say, getting another needle for stitches.

Once the stitches were done you studied them. "Huh, you did that pretty well." Pavel muttered, watching as you bandaged his arm.

"Yeah, I guess." You mutter. It was the end of your shift and he was your last patient.

The two of you walked back to your quarters, holding hands. You passed Kirk in the hallway and you could have sworn he smiled as he walked away.

Later that night, Pavel's arm was really sore. Despite the stitches, it kept bleeding. He ended up staying the night in your quarters. The next morning, he had a fever.

"You are staying in bed." You said to him, being as stern as possible.

"I need to go to work." He muttered, getting dressed.

"No, you're staying here." You say, pointing to the bed.

"Fine." He mumbled, taking his shirt back off and getting back under the covers. You kissed him in the cheek before leaving for work.

The second you left, Pavel got up and went to work. He got a couple strange looks from the crew, but he kept working. Sulu looked pretty worried, seeing as he sat next to Pavel. Even Spock looked remotely worried.

You went back to your quarters to check in on Pavel and he wasn't there. Annoyed, you went back to the sickbay to get Doctor McCoy. If Pavel wouldn't listen to you, he might listen to McCoy.

You and McCoy walked up to the bridge and of course, Pavel was at his seat.

"Jim, I'd like to take your navigator. He apparently is sick and needs to be in bed." McCoy said. Kirk looked up at Pavel and laughed.

"Looks like your girl told on you." Kirk teased. You just grinned and crossed your arms.

"Alright, alright, I'm going." Pavel muttered, getting up from his station. You walked with him back to your quarters and cleaned the cut. He fell asleep later.

When it was time for you to sleep, you crawled in bed next to him. You could tell that the fever had gone down.

"Y/N," Pavel muttered late at night.

"Yeah," you ask, half asleep.

"Thank you." He muttered. You opened your eyes to notice he was sleep talking

"No problem." You say, kissing him.

Shocked, Pavel shot awake and sat up. "What happened?" He asked.

"You were sleeping and I woke you up by kissing you." You answer.

"Okay," he said, kissing you. He leaned on his arm and winced.

"Sorry." You mutter.

"No problem." He replies, kissing you despite the pain in his arm.

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