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Lucy Locke ([personal profile] mightbeconcussed) wrote in [community profile] tampered 2013-03-16 12:28 am (UTC)

When Lucy got the call from the hospital that Chekov was there, panicked was not the right word for what she was. She'd been in the process of getting ready for work, but wasn't quite dressed so when she showed up it was in a pair of sweatpants with something vague innuendo written on her ass in glitter. She'd grabbed the first pair of shoes she'd found. They happened to be a pair of high heels that didn't go with the sweats at all. Sometime during her literal dash over here, she'd scraped her hair back in a messy ponytail. By the time she gets to the lobby she is in full panic mode.

"I got a call about Pavel." It only occurs to her a moment later that the hospital staff might need more than that. "Chekov. Pavel Chekov. I think that's his whole name I can't--he's got curly hair--" The nurse on staff stops her in the middle of her description and directs her to Chekov's room.

He doesn't look good.

There's a clattering of heels as Lucy stutter steps over to the bed. "Pavel!"

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