No. 11 "991, what's your emergency?" (makeshift splint)
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There was a loud crack and Keenser grunted in pain as his leg gave away beneath him and he fell to the floor.
He lay there and looked at his right leg. It didn't look natural. It was twisted and turned. Broken.
Keenser feared that the next shot of the mysterious phaser would hit him right in his head or chest, but it didn't happen. For suddenly the alien attacker dropped to the floor, knocked out.
"Sir, are you alright?!"
He rolled onto his back and saw Chekov running at him.
Fear was written all over the young man's face. The sudden attack had surprised all of them.
Chekov had been down in engineering with him and Scotty. They had showed him how to fix some consoles. Scotty had left to help some ensigns and Chekov had been on his way back to the bridge, when suddenly the ship had been invaded by an unknown species. They must have beamed aboard.
Their weapons were different from anything Keenser had ever seen before. One shot and the bone hit was broken.
"Bridge?" Keenser grunted in confusion when Chekov knelt down next to him.
"I returned when I heard the red alert in engineering," the blond quickly explained before his eyes fell onto Keenser's leg.
"They hurt you, sir."
Keenser nodded and winced in pain when Chekov carefully touched the injury.
"We… we need to apply a splint."
The Roylan looked at the boy in disbelief. They didn't have time for that!
He shook his head but Chekov already grabbed a broken piece of metal.
The young man exclaimed something in Russian, a bright smile on his face. Then he got back to Keenser's side.
"This will keep the bone in place."
He pulled off his golden shirt and used it to tie the makeshift splint to the leg.
"Alright… now I'll carry you on my back. Get you to sickbay."
Keenser wanted to protest but knew that it was no use.
They sneaked through engineering, careful not to run into some of the invaders.
Chekov swore in Russian and hid behind a pipe when a creature was very close to them.
Keenser felt his leg move when the navigator had to press his back tighter against the wall. He whimpered in agony and Chekov quickly took a step forward.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he whispered. But Keenser shook his head. It was okay. Chekov only tried to help him.
When they finally reached the turbo lift, the red alert stopped. Apparently all invaders had been caught.
Chekov chuckled in relief and Keenser couldn't help but join in. He hugged the boy from behind, grateful for the help, before the doors opened and they headed to sickbay.
His leg would be alright.