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A/N: Once again, another miserably short chappie... XD
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Pavel Chekov:
Navigating a Life
Chapter Eleven, Day Three
"Say, I just had a thought," Uhura told Chekov.
"Vhat?"
"Why don't you just move your shuttlecraft into the Enterprise's dock?" She rolled her eyes at herself in mild disgust, but then decided that no one had thought of this simple and very logical idea due to the confusion brought on by Klingons, repulsion devices, and exploding Jeffries tubes.
"Da! That is good: I vill do that."
"Alright," smiled Uhura. "I'll make an announcement over the intercom to make sure that no one panics when they see a Klingon shuttlecraft entering the ship."
"Da."
And, for a while, things went very well for Chekov. The lieutenant that met him at the shuttlecraft dock—as well as the other crewmembers that the ensign passed on the way to sickbay—was really nice, as news had leaked and afterward spread quickly of the incident where Chekov had knocked out two Klingons.
Of course, there were a few variations of this story, including one where the Russian had, with one fist, punched out both officers of the Empire. This would account for why several young ensigns stepped quickly out of Chekov's way, staring at him in mixed awe and wariness.
Once at sickbay, where McCoy had insisted on a quick checkup to ensure Chekov's wellbeing, the lieutenant who had escorted him there saluted and walked off briskly down the hall.
"Doctor?" Chekov called to the other end of the room to get the officer's attention.
"Oh. Chekov. Does it hurt anywhere?" McCoy asked quickly, approaching him as Nurse Chapel continued to monitor Sulu at the biobed farthest from the sickbay's entrance.
"Vell, my back and chest did for a vhile vhen I vas on the Klingon ship," recalled the ensign, "but then it stopped hurting until now. Now it is starting to hurt again." He shrugged. "I do not know vhy it vould do that."
"It's called 'adrenaline'," stated the doctor. "Now pick out a biobed."
"Vhy? I am alright," Chekov replied insistently.
"Well, I'd like to check that out for myself first. Siddown before you collapse and die unexpectedly or something. I've had enough of unanticipated downturns in health for the day."
Chekov, recognizing that the medical officer was not exactly a happy camper right now (or ever, actually…), obediently plopped down onto the edge of the closest biobed and followed along as McCoy muttered orders: "Open your mouth." "Sit up straight… does that hurt?" "Breathe in… slow, for Pete's sake! Haven't you ever been to a doctor before?! Breathe in slow!"
The examination was concluded with a quick once-over with the medical scanner, and McCoy then told Chekov to lie down while he retrieved some medicine.
As soon as McCoy approached the bed again, brandishing two pills and a hypo, Chekov asked, "So vhat is wrong?"
"It's called pneumothorax." Dropping the pills into Chekov's hand, he added, "Want some water with those?"
"No, thank you. That vas a short checkup for a long name. Vhat is pneuma—pneumo…"
"Pneumothorax. Means that there's air in the space around your lungs. That blue pill will clear things up in there and the injection should help keep it from coming back.
"Besides the pneumothorax, you've got a sprained back and a bunch of bumps and bruises, but the red pill will reduce the pain. We'll just get you cleaned up and you can heal on your own. Nothin' to it," McCoy concluded with a slight smile.
"Good." Glancing to his left, Chekov wondered, "Is Sulu alright?"
"Could be better."
"He does not look too good—"
"Don't stress yourself out or I'll have to give you another pill to relieve anxiety." Once Chekov had taken the medicine and had been poked with the hypo, he finished, "Take a nap. You need to rest."
"Aye, sair. But…"
"Take. A. Nap," McCoy growled, looking very scary indeed as he glowered at the ensign.
"Aye, sair!"
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When Chekov had been escorted to sickbay, Kirk had been having a ball.
"Alright, Karagg, we can talk now," Kirk announced, once back in the meeting room.
"Are you sure that you do not have another crewmember waiting to interrupt you?" demanded the Klingon irritably. "I believe that there may be one or two officers over there that have yet to speak up."
"Oh, I'm sure," grinned the Starfleet captain. "So, how is your search for Ensign Chekov coming along, hmm? Have you shot down the poor fellow yet?"
"No, we have not found him yet," Karagg grudgingly admitted. After a suspicious pause, he added slowly, "I am getting the impression that you know something that I don't."
"What makes you think that?"
"You sound too happy for a man who is about to lose an ensign. Either a beautiful lieutenant has entered the room, or you have gone insane. I am actually leaning toward the former."
"No, no, nothing like that." Still smiling wildly, although Karagg could not see this, Kirk invited, "Guess."
"I do not guess," Karagg, sounding rather repulsed, proclaimed. "Tell me what put you in such a good mood."
"I just happen to know that it's going to take you quite a while to find Ensign Chekov over there."
…
"HE ESCAPED?!" roared Karagg.
"You've got it." Glaring at the comm unit, Kirk said, "Now, since there's no way you're going to get the Enterprise, why don't you just do us all a favor and go discover a new galaxy? A faraway galaxy."
"This is not the end of this little episode, Kirk," Karagg warned. "We will cross paths again. And I will not be so lenient then. Karagg out."
But the revenge of the Klingons will have to wait for another time. Perhaps even until The Wrath of Khan. For now, suffice to say that Karagg and his bird-of-prey grumpily warped off, finally leaving the Enterprise in peace.
Kirk switched on the ship's intercom and announced, "The Klingons have left—turn off red alert. Scotty, turn off the Foreign Transporter Repulsion Device. We're going to the nearest Federation outpost. Kirk out."
A/N: So there you have it: another chapter knocked out in under two hours. Will I ever learn to stop procrastinating already?! (wanders off to procrastinate ending her procrastination...)
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