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[Yesterday Lucy got bit. She was just going out for milk because it was important to have milk and she was dealing with the whole ghoulish state of the City by baking and cooking. As a result, she'd run out of milk and needed some. She'd gone during the day, reasoning that was the best time for venturing out and she'd thought she was safe. She'd even worn her converse so that she could properly run if she'd needed to.

She'd gotten her milk and she'd done well until she saw him wearing the suit they'd buried him in. He couldn't be here, could he? Maybe he could. Maybe he was. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. At first he'd looked like her Daddy and she'd hugged him, ignored the signs that he was dead like the slightly gray pallor to his skin or the way he'd never do his hair the way the funeral parlor had done it when they'd buried him.

Then he'd bit her. On the neck when he'd hugged her.

She'd reacted by shoving him away, tears in her eyes as she fumbled for the laser screwdriver in her purse. She'd shot at him with it then turned and ran before she could see the damage she'd done.

Back home, she'd tried treating the bite herself (after having a good, sobbing cry at the bottom of her closet) and she'd been determined to stay in the apartment with her milk, her baking and her cooking, but the fever had gotten out of hand. By the time she stumbled her way to the hospital, it was already high and had been for a little while.

Now at least she was in the hospital when the delirium set in. Delirium that is now being caught on video because in her flailing, she's accidentally pushed the record button to broadcast over the network.]

Please, please can I go home? Please? [She's near tears and she's pleading with someone off camera.] I left the milk out and the dog needs to be fed and Masha might eat Ingram.

[Hands push down on Lucy's shoulders and a soft voice assures her that everything is fine. Lucy reacts in a very un-Lucy like way, with rage, pushing back and screaming.]

You can't promise that! You don't know! No one knows that!

[A struggle ensues and in that struggle the device gets knocked off the bed, bouncing before going black.]

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Lucy, shh. [He kisses her again, this time on the nose.] You need to or you won't get well quickly. The needle is good for you.

[Chekov really should see to her pets and let her rest...]

I will ask a nurse if you can have them.

[He knows how to calm her. She sighs at his declaration that the needle is good for her. He should, but she'll probably extract a promise from him to come back later.]

Am I contagious?

[because she doesn't want him to get sick.]

What if I bite you? Will you get a fever? Am I going to become a zombie?

I don't think so, no. No to all of that. The doctors say that no one has turned into anything and that the fever will go away.

[He doesn't know if Lucy's up for humor or not, but he smiles.] All the same, I would prefer that you not bite me.

[She is up for humor, but then she usually is. It makes things less horrific. She giggles and it sounds a little morbid, a little wheezy.] I'll save that for when they let me out of the hospital. Deal?

[At least she's still very much Lucy, fever and all.] Deal. I will hold you to it.

Will you be fine for now if I go?

[that is fear and near panic in Lucy's eyes. She squeezes his hand tighter but forces herself to nod. She has to think about Bryant, Masha and Ingram. She knows that.]

Just---you'll come back, right? [She bites her bottom lip, keeping herself from pleading any more with him.]

I promise I will. [And one more kiss--just one--to assure her.] Just as soon as everyone is cared for.

[The kiss is nice, but when he pulls away it's all the pouting. Pouting is good though. Pouting is a normal Lucy reaction.] Okay. Be careful.

[Even when she's not entirely sure of her own mind, she's aware that he's probably going to go out and help people and put himself in danger.]

Of course, but only for you.

[This is mostly a joke. Chekov usually knows where the line between "good" and "stupidly heroic" is drawn and, as a rule, stays on the less stupid side of that line. The fact that Lucy is both concerned and ill does, however, make stupid heroics even less appealing.]

Will you rest and listen to the nurses?

[Good. She understands that he needs to help people. She likes that he needs to help people, but she wants him safe. She nods at his question.]

As long as they're not mean to me.

[They haven't been. Ever. Sometimes she thinks they're being mean though.]

No one would want to be mean to you.

[It's close enough to 'yes.' He reluctantly pulls himself away from her. The sooner he leaves, the sooner he can come back.]

I will try not to be very long.

Okay. [She hesitates, seeming like she wants tos ay something. Finally, she speaks.] Pavel, I like you so...don't get bit.

I won't.

[That seems inadequate, but he doesn't know what else to say.]

I promise that I won't.

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