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Wesley Crusher [Star Trek Next Gen.]*

*Wesley is my favorite TNG character so I had to. Enjoy!*

"Hey Wes! What's up?" You say as you walk into Wesley Crusher's quarters. He was sitting on his bed, looking sad. "What's wrong?"

"Everyone thinks I'm not qualified to do anything. Captain Picard won't let me on the bridge, my mother doesn't trust me to work in the Engineering and neither does Geordi. I just feel like I'm not good enough." He sighed as he laid back on his bed. You looked at his depressed face and felt sad yourself. He was your best friend and your crush, you couldn't bare to see him so hurt.

"Wes, they just don't see how awesome you can be. You are the smartest person I know. You'll be fine." You assure him. You weren't very good at the whole 'feel better' thing. He looked at you gloomily, shaking his head as he slammed it into a pillow.

"You don't understand, Y/N, the only way I'll get them to notice me is by doing something." Wes said, getting off his bed and walked out the door before you could say anything.

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BOOM you heard, thoughts racing through your head as to what it could be. Wesley had ran off earlier and you were hoping it wasn't him.

"Y/L/N to sick bay. Come in sick bay." You say into a communicator, your heart racing in your chest.

"Sickbay here. What can we do for you?" A voice answers, crackling through the com.

"Is Wesley Crusher in the sickbay?" You ask, keeping your voice steady.

"Yes, he was injured in the explosion." The person said, the communicator cutting out. 

You ran as fast as you could to sickbay. When you got there, nurses were everywhere. It didn't take you long for you to find Wesley, he was sitting on a bed with his mother beside him. He had bandages on his head and his arm.

"Wes." You whisper as you walk over to him. When he saw you, he smiled.

"How are you doing!?" He shouted, his face overly excited. "You know..... this place... Is so so bright! Why is it so bright?"

"Wes was in so much pain I had to give him pain medicine. It made him pretty loopy." Beverly Crusher explained, kissing her son on the cheek before giving you two a moment alone. 

"Hey Wes. You okay?" You ask, concern in your voice. He nodded, still grinning. "Oh Wesley," You sigh, "this is going to be an interesting few hours."