Little Sunshine

He places both his hands over the bloodied wound and presses down, the blood still flowing freely between his fingers. Chekov is still trembling, the blood staining his teeth a lurid crimson. "I know it hurts," Sulu soothes, "I know. Just hang on a little bit-" "S'okay Karu," Chekov stops him, his words broken and stuttered. " It doesn't hurt".