You devoted every moment of every day to the young Russian ensign, since Scotty had been kind and understanding enough to give you every day off until everything was sorted out. Most nights you fell asleep at Chekov's bedside and Bones would wake you and escort you to your room; eventually you convinced him to let you sleep in his room. You were too anxious to fall asleep by yourself and without Pavel to guide you, being able to hear was becoming quite a burden; it was a bit frightening as well.
"Bones?" you said, hoping he was awake. He rolled over and squinted his eyes at you.
"Mmwhat?" he mumbled, trying his best to be awake enough to answer questions.
"Will he evur wake up?" you asked; it had already been one week and six days and you had counted every minute of every hour of every day since Chekov had arrived on the transportation deck, unconscious.
There was a thoughtful silence. McCoy leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
"Don' worry," he said quietly. "Get some sleep," he finished. You nodded and grasped his hand in both of yours and curled up, falling very slowly into sleep, never noticing the way Dr. McCoy watched you sleep before he as well slept.
You woke, sleep heavy on your eyelids, and you were sprawled out, stretching your body. You opened your eyes slowly to see that McCoy was already awake and had left for the Medical Bay. You pulled off your nightshirt and scratched your stomach, yawing in your drowsiness.
Bones walked in looking excited, and then startled when he saw you shirtless. You drew the covers up and stared at him with wide eyes.
"(Y/N)," he started before grabbing your shirt off the chair at his desk and walking over to the bed and sitting down.
To your surprise, he pulled off the blanket and slipped your shirt on hurriedly, never batting an eye at what he was doing; his hands lingered a short moment on your waist, just above the brim of your sweats, before he stood, dragging you by your hand.
"Wh-What going on?" you asked, tumbling as you followed him out of the room.
"Pavel and Jim woke up," he said, looking at you excitedly. You were suddenly completely awake and ended up dragging him along instead as you took off in a run, barefoot on the cold floor.
You stopped in the doorway of the Medical Bay and stared with disbelief at Chekov, who was sitting up and looking around. His blue eyes met yours and your gazes held for a moment before your eyes welled up with happy tears.
Bones nudged you forward and you ran to Pavel, wrapping your arms around his neck firmly as if when you let go, he would disappear. You sobbed uncontrollably with relief into his shoulder and he rubbed your back soothingly.
"Eet's okey...Eet's okey…" he breathed into your hair quietly until you were able to calm down.
You pulled away, still sniffling, and looked at Chekov.
"Heello," he started, a boyish grin spreading on his face. You smiled back as he wiped your tears away. "Hi."
"Why were yoo crying?" he asked, stroking your (H/C) hair and looking a bit tired and serene, after you seated yourself on the side of his bed.
"Cuz I'n heppy. I missed you." you said, your breath still catching a bit in your throat from your recent hysteria. "I were worried wen you not wake up."
"Weel, I feel okey now. Yoo don't hef to woorry anymoore," he said, and placed a light kiss on your lips and you blushed. Finally, finally, your ensign had woken up.
"Remember what knocked you out?" Bones asked hopefully. Pavel adopted a thoughtful look for a moment, absently continuing to stroke your hair.
"Eeeh...no, soorry. I don't reemember leefing ze Enterprise eether," he said finally.
"Same with Jim..." Bones sighed. "Spock and Uhura weren't close enough at the time to see what happened."
"(Y/N), you should probably take him to his room. He's well enough to walk," Dr. McCoy informed you, smiling at you. "Keep an eye on him tonight and tell me if you need anything."
He turned to Chekov. "Now, don't do anything strenuous, or you'll end up back here and it won't be pleasant," he warned with a stern look.
You and Pavel nodded enthusiastically.
"'Kay...now get outta here," he said jokingly. You and Chekov laughed and you helped him up and the both of you exited the room; you didn't notice the last uncontrollably jealous glance your way from Bones as you left.
'Good fer you, kid,' Bones thought, trying his hardest to lock those newfound feelings for you away, turning back to his work: his distractions. 'Good fer you.'
Once you and Chekov made it into his room, he plopped down on his bed and you sat on the edge quietly.
"Cud you heer me?" you asked after a moment. "When you sleeped?"
"Some of ze time, yes. I em wery grateful zat yoo looked efter me." Chekov smiled. "And I em wery soorry eef I caused yoo eny pain."
"It's okay," you grinned, kissing his cheek. He held your hand and chuckled a little.
"I hef en idea," he started, looking excited. You grew curious.
"What is it?" you asked. Pavel scooted further into the bed, giving you more room to cross your legs, which you did, and you faced him, holding his hands.
"Repeet efter me: Privet." he began, looking at you expectantly.
"Privet?" You wondered if you were saying it right.
"Yes, good," he said. "Now sey: Menya zovut…"
"Menia zowvoota…" you said, unsure of what exactly you were saying. "Right?"
"Eeeh...almost. eet's: Menya zovut," he said a bit slower so you could understand him.
"Men...ya…zovoot." You succeeded at saying the two words. "Good!" he said, smiling widely.
"Now, sey eet all toogether: Privet, menya zovut (Y/N)," he instructed, rubbing his thumbs on the backs of your hands softly. You closed your eyes and concentrated.
"Priveet, menyan zonvoont," you said in all seriousness. You opened your eyes to see Chekov looking very amused. "Ehehee, close," he said with a small chuckle. You blushed in your embarrassment and covered your face.
"Is too hard. I'm embarrassed," you said. "No, no eet's okey! You can do zis!" Pavel pleaded, pulling your hands down from your face to look into your eyes.
"Jest try again," Chekov said in a reassuring way. "Yoo'll get eet." He patted your head affectionately.
"Privet, menya...zo...vut…(Y/N)?" you said, a questioning note in the last word. "Yes! Yes! Yoo deed eet!" he exclaimed in his jubilation. He pulled you into a kiss that lasted a few moments before he shuddered and laid back.
"Are you okey?" you asked, suddenly alarmed.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. My heed just hurts a leetle," he said with a kind smile. You sighed quietly and laid your head down on his chest, curling up next to him in the bed.
"What I say?" you asked after a moment of listening to his steady breathing. "In Russian?"
"Yoo sed: Heello, my neme eez (Y/N)," he explained. "Oh," you replied, smiling to yourself. You leaned further into his chest and grasped his shirt as you relished in his warmth and the sound of his beating heart. You felt him place a gentle kiss on your head before laying back against his pillow as the two of you sat in a peaceful and comfortable silence.