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If You Thought It Was Real Pt. IX

Pt. I Pt. II Pt. III Pt. IV Pt. V Pt. VI Pt. VII Pt. VIII

Once again, thank you @hannahbarberra162 for beta reading! Enjoy! <3

You’d like to say this was a thought-out plan. It was, at the very least, a half-thought-out plan. Maybe bordering on a quarter of a plan. Regardless, you had put some thought into it. The crew had ten people, and of those ten people, four had devil fruit powers. Which meant four of them couldn’t dive into the water after you. It was all a matter of timing after the plan started; if you were anywhere close to any of the others, then your plan would go up in flames.

Though part of you knew it wouldn’t work regardless of how much planning you implemented. Still, hope and fear make people do stupid things.

Your strength was only back to a degree; you could stand and walk a bit longer than when you were first moving around. Though your ribs still stung when you breathed too hard, and your ankle felt seconds away from rolling again. If you continued to sit around and be complacent, who knows what would end up happening?

You knew what would end up happening; time would continue to slip by and before you knew it you will have spent your whole life on a ship with people who were supposed to be distant memories.

You had to do this.

The storm approaching slowly gave you a perfect opportunity; most of the members were busy listening to Nami’s instructions to help steer clear of the worst parts and prepare for the rough waters ahead. Robin, and her terrifying many arms, were nowhere near you. If you managed to get into the ocean, even her devil fruit powers wouldn’t help her.

When you were woken up that morning, sluggish and stressed from overthinking the night before, and Chopper told you he and Brook would be accompanying you for a walk today, you knew this had to be your moment. Neither of them, from what you’d seen, had terrifying reflexes, and neither of them could jump into the water after you. Sanji pranced into the sick bay, a steaming bowl of cinnamon oatmeal in his hands, as you sat silently, listening to him discuss the meal preparation that would keep him busy. To you, it was like he was gifting you the perfect opportunity, though he discussed being away from you in the kitchen like it were the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

You just nodded, eating your breakfast with shaky hands. Chopper was worried your body was being strained, and your response was a shrug, knowing full well it was a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. The oatmeal sat like lead in your stomach.

As the three of you strolled along the deck, Chopper voiced his concerns about the impending storm. . You went along, quiet and complacent as he and Brook walked slowly with you. The skeleton was discussing some composition he’d been working on, Chopper listening along intently. The sea was vast, and empty. There were no ships or land that you could see. That wouldn’t stop you, that couldn’t stop you.

The time in between you stepping out and landing in the water was a blur, words sounded fuzzy, and your eyes couldn’t focus on anything. You almost didn’t even realize you’d gone through with it until you were submerged in the water, the cold waves sending shocks through your system. It took every muscle in your being not to gasp, knowing at least subconsciously you’d inhale water.

Adrenaline was pumping through you, and as you tried to adjust to the cold all around you, all you could hear was your own heartbeat. Still, you knew it was only a matter of time before someone dove in after you. That realization had your heart freezing in your chest— someone was going to come in after you. Why wouldn’t they? Why didn’t you think of that?

You couldn’t focus on that. Using all the strength you could force into your limbs, you went against your body’s natural desires and swam down into the ocean. You didn’t know where you were or where you were headed, just determined to be away from the ship. Your lungs were burning, but you refused to resurface; you’d sooner drown.

You felt something splash near you, rippling the water against your body. You couldn’t risk turning, too focused on trying to get all your body parts to cooperate and willing your speed to kick in. All those hopes crashed the moment you felt an arm wrap around your waist. It wasn’t Sanji, judging by the size and lack of button-up.

Zoro.

Shit, this was worse. So much worse. Change of plans.

You changed focus from swimming to escaping, or at least causing him so much annoyance he’d let go. So you began flailing, making it harder for him to push upwards and resurface both of you. You hit and scratched, pushing your nails into his arm, feeling slight satisfaction every time you broke the skin. It wasn’t working, and your vision was wavering due to the lack of oxygen. Even if you had your full strength you knew it wouldn’t have mattered; you fighting against his strength wasn’t even a minor issue for him.

You two gasped nearly in sync as your heads reached the air, and your breath was quick, almost painful. Despite the bone-deep exhaustion, you felt you kept struggling, flailing in his one-armed grip around you. He was grunting, though he sounded more annoyed than strained.

“Let go,” The words came out more of a wet cough than a threat, and you slammed your fists against his arm as hard as you could manage when he started swimming back towards the ship.

“Quit it,” Zoro’s response was sharp, and despite the fear his tone struck, you kept struggling.

Like hell you’d just lie down and be taken back to the ship. Again. The closer the ship got, the more desperate you felt. Hitting and scratching weren’t doing anything, so you leaned your head down, sinking your teeth into his forearm.

He didn’t respond; the only thing proving you had inflicted any physical damage was the taste of copper in your mouth. You bit down harder, maybe by some sheer luck, you’d be able to bite through his muscles, down to the bone. But—

“Love-cook may not hit women, but if you don’t let up I will,” His words were harsh, and they struck you to your core. So far, none of them had hurt you physically, but you were always afraid for that moment that one of them would. Looking at your position, it felt like you had created that moment.

The fight that had been keeping you going was gone, and as Zoro climbed the ladder lowered down for him, you hung limp in his arm. What had you been thinking? Did you really think that would have worked? Even if you had been strong enough to swim farther, they had a fishman on their crew; if not Zoro, then Jinbe would have gotten to you within seconds. And if you had managed to drown yourself, or even come close, Chopper would have been able to bring you back easily.

How could you be so stupid?

Your legs couldn’t hold your weight as Zoro dumped you back on board. Kneeling over yourself, dripping water, you kept your head bowed, staring down at the floorboard. Everyone was already closing in on the two of you, their voices muffled and overlapping. The familiar scent of cigarettes came close, and you didn’t have to look up to know Sanji was now next to you as he kneeled by your side. He moved to wrap a towel around your shoulders, soft and warm against your skin.

You wanted to laugh, hysterical and broken. You wanted to cry and scream. You didn’t react at all. He didn’t say anything, or maybe he did, you weren’t sure of anything going on around you.

Your name was called, a handful of times, before you finally looked up. Nami was in front of you, kneeled to be face to face with you. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were on fire. You heard the slap before you felt it, head turning sharply to the right. The crack was loud enough to silence the rest of the crew, and the stinging pain came seconds later. You were fully back in your body, bringing a hand up to cradle your now-burning cheek. Despite the mixture of feelings burning through your chest, you turned your head back, eyes wide as you stared at her.

“What the hell were you thinking?” She wasn’t yelling, but for some reason, you wished she had been.

She surged forward, grabbing you by the front of your soaking shirt, just holding you in place, “You already hurt Sanji once before! You already hurt us once before! What the hell were you thinking— are you trying to kill yourself? Are you so determined to hurt us that you’d do something so stupid?”

Her violence towards you was enough to leave you stunned, but her words rekindled that anger and that fight that had been buried. You only had so much strength, moving a hand up to grip her wrist, not able to tear it away or move it.

“Your captain kidnapped me,” Your voice was hoarse still, raw and borderline painful in your throat, “You all act like I want to be here— like there’s no problems!”

“You’d probably be dead if he didn’t!” She wasn’t backing down, and it felt like if anything, your words only fueled her fire, “I’ve seen men like the ones from your island, I’ve worked for people like the ones you did! Luffy saved you, and you could at least act somewhat grateful for that!”

“I’m not grateful!” You were shouting now, tears flowing and mixing with the salt water on your face, “I’m not grateful— he should have left me there! I’ve known for years I’d die on that island, I’m not like you all! I’ve long since given up my dreams, I’d accepted my fate! There’s no reason for me to keep living, and you all are the ones who need to accept that!”

You could feel the motion around you more than you could hear it, unsure who was moving. Sanji was still by your side, frozen where he knelt. One of his hands hovered over your shoulder, unsure. Nami tightened her grip on your shirt, shaking you once, twice— a few more times. The soreness was bleeding back into your muscles, and you wanted nothing more than for Sanji to step in. He’d been so protective over you since you had met; surely, he wouldn’t continue to let Nami get away with her abuse. But he didn’t say anything, he didn’t step in, he just turned to look away. He was uncomfortable with what was happening, but he made no moves to stop it.

No one did.

“That might have been true before,” Despite her anger, you could see a shine in her eyes. You were struck by how uncharacteristically emotional she was getting over this situation, “But you’re one of us now. You don’t get to make that decision for yourself!”

There was talking nearby, quiet murmuring. You weren’t even sure who it was that was speaking, your attention too focused on Nami. She was nearly shaking with rage where she was knelt in front of you, not able to say anything more. You couldn’t find anything to respond with, your hand still holding her wrist loosely. After what felt like an eternity, Sanji shifted, moving to unclasp Nami’s fingers from your shirt.

“ Nami-swan, please,” His voice was thick, it sounded like he was putting effort into even forcing the words out of his mouth, “Let’s give Chopper some space.”

Give Chopper space? Why would she need to give—

The second your realization clicked in your mind, she had shifted to stand, stepping back so the doctor could move forward. You barely had time to open your mouth before he moved, little hooves holding a needle that was quickly stabbed into your tricep. Before you could yelp or move your arm, he was removing it, whatever liquid already injected into you. It was only a quick sting, but you still flinched, clinging to yourself. He looked sad, but at the same time serious.

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to keep you under surveillance going forward.” He spoke softly, as if explaining this to a wounded animal., “You tried to kill yourself., I can’t, as a doctor, let this happen again. Until you’re deemed to be safe to be by yourself, we’re going to have to implement a stricter schedule.”

The schedule they had you on was tight enough. You wanted to argue that, you wanted to cry or scream or even lash out at one of them. But your eyelids were already feeling so heavy, your arms felt like they weighed several tons. You blinked, each time your eyes closed, your vision became blurrier. You couldn’t feel most of your body now, any movement felt foreign. You were swaying where you were kneeling, that much you could make sense of.

“What…” The word came out more like a whimper than a question, your head spinning as you processed that you were now looking up at the sky.

The clouds were rolling in faster, the blue skies completely overtaken by gray storms. You weren’t sure if it had begun raining, too soaked to tell, too out of it to know. You were being moved, and once more, the familiar scent of Sanji overtook your senses.

He was carrying you, face locked and hard as he looked down. You were pliant in his arms, blinking sluggishly, unfocused gaze going back between the sky and his face. The mesh of clothes on you was still soaked, and he had the nagging worry of you catching a cold if you weren’t changed sooner rather than later. Chopper was with him, a few steps ahead as they made their way back to the sick bay. Brook followed, and though he lacked the skin to make facial expressions, Sanji could tell the skeleton man was feeling guilty.

Chopper was talking, his words coming out so fast, Sanji was mildly concerned he wasn’t breathing, “I know I promised we’d move her back to your room soon, Sanji! I’m so sorry! I’m a terrible doctor, I should have helped with her mental injuries too, not just her physical ones!”

“Hey, I don’t blame you,” He did his best to keep his voice gentle, though he didn’t look away from you as they made their way to the sick bay, and he carefully lowered you back onto your bed.

He knew what he had to grab, but he wanted to delay it as much as he was able. So he turned, looking from Brook to Chopper, “Neither of you, okay? We all should have paid more attention.”

Chopper just whimpered, tugging his hat over his eyes, and Brook looked down at his feet. Sanji sighed, running a hand through his hair, “All of this is new for her. She’s stressed and in over her head. We didn’t even think about trying to tell her what happened to her old hometown either, so she’s probably worried sick about a lot of people from there. Panic makes people do stupid things, and she probably couldn’t think properly.”

From behind his hat, with a muffled sniffle, Chopper nodded. Brook tilted his head, though he didn’t argue with Sanji’s words.

“Now we know what to look for, so she’ll be fine. I have no doubts, not with the world’s best doctor caring for her.”

The little wiggle dance came as an instant response, and wet giggles came from their youngest crew member.

“That doesn’t make me happy at all, you jerk!” He pushed his hat back up, eyes still shiny, but determined, “I promise, Sanji, I’ll do everything I can to make her better!”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“I also wish to lend a promise, though I’m not a doctor like our Chopper is, some have said that music is the medicine for the mind. I’lll draft a tune elegant enough to bring a smile back to her beautiful face!”

Sanji nodded, glad that he was able to bring a buzz back to his crewmates’ steps. Though the comfort lasted for seconds, before his own heaviness returned. Brook, taking this as his cue to step outside, took his leave Once alone, Chopper began to fidget again.

“Um, Sanji? Do you think we should…?”

“I think it’s time,” Sanji was quick to admit, turning back to face you.

It would be easy to pretend you were just asleep, the rise and fall of your chest slow and peaceful. He winced as he realized how cold your skin was from the water, and he moved quickly. Chopper helped, grabbing clean sheets and placing them nearby, before grabbing from the pile of clothes Nami and Robin had lent.

Though the two of you had spent countless nights together, you had never fallen intimate with each other quite yet. Sanji had hoped the first time he’d undressed you in full would be under different circumstances. He had been hoping for passion, maybe some well-lit candles. Beggars, apparently, could not be choosers. So he had to settle on this, taking in the sights of your bare skin as he changed you into dry clothes.

Yellowing bruises still clung to your skin, and there were faint scars trailing different areas of your body. Chopper being in the room was the only reason his hands hadn’t wandered more; the softness of your skin was too tempting.

Still, he was a gentleman.

He gave pause, letting Chopper remove the wet bandages before replacing them with sterile ones. Once he deemed them secure, Sanji continued. Sleep shorts from Nami, a tank top from Robin, and once more, a sweatshirt that was Sanji’s. Once you and the bed were dry, he stepped back, almost admiring the work before him.

“Do, uh,” Chopper held them forward, “Do you want me to do it? Or would you like to?”

“Would you mind?”

Chopper shook his head, a small smile on his face, “Luffy said if we had to use it, you’d probably want to say when! So I trust you!”

Patting the little reindeer's head, Sanji grabbed the handcuffs from his grasp. They were lucky you weren’t a devil fruit user; they tried to limit the amount of sea prism stones they came into contact with. He rolled one of your sleeves up, enough space on your wrist to securely fasten one end of the cuffs on, before moving to attach the other to the bedrail. He tugged on it a few times, feeling satisfied with its lack of give.

“I’ll stay in here with her,” Chopper moved to hop onto his stool, sliding it to his working table, “Just for now. She won’t be awake for at least fifteen hours, and even then, she’ll be super groggy and really out of it. Nami says the storm will have passed by then!”

Sanji really didn’t want to leave the room; his skin was crawling at the idea of it. But each crew member had a job to do right now, and that included him. Chopper was watching over you, so he knew you’d be in good hands. He leaned down, lips pressing against your forehead, lingering for a moment as he took in the smell of sea salt. The reminder of what happened mere minutes ago had anger boiling up in him. Taking a deep breath, he stood, adjusting his tie as he made his way to the door.

“Oh,” Chopper called after him as the door shut, “I have some crushed-up sedative pills too, if you want to mix them into her food! It won’t be as strong as this, this was a level four, the ones for the food are more a- a level two and a half! I made it for situations like this.”

“Thank you, Chopper,” He sent the little doctor a smile, hearing the rumbling of the storm that was right overhead, “If you get a chance to drop them off in the kitchen, I’ll be using those with her next meal.”

A/N: I love schedules! Right now this is posted as I'm (probably) asleep on a plane! <3

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selfindulgenceisthekey · 28 days ago

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Working on the next part! Most chapters for a bit probably won't be beta read, so sorry if they're not as good! I just want to make sure I have stuff to post for y'all while I'm away! <3

If You Thought It Was Real Pt. VIII

Pt. I Pt. II Pt. III Pt. IV Pt. V Pt. VI Pt. VII

As always, thank you @hannahbarberra162 for beta reading this chapter! <3

Six

You were starting to believe this was some type of scare tactic they were implementing. You’d been getting more visits regularly, Sanji and Chopper still tying for first place. Nami had started in at least once a day, always carrying her bag of goodies around, sometimes coming with a new shirt or cute socks for you. You were starting to think she enjoyed playing dress up with you, you felt less like a captive and more like a living doll.

It wasn’t surprising to you when the next new face was Usopp. He looked timid as he peeked in, as if seeing you was surprising. He stepped in fully after a second, scratching the back of his neck as he stood awkwardly.

“Uh, hey, good to see you sitting up!” He gave you a thumbs up, as if being able to sit up in the medical bed was some achievement to be proud of, “I’m just grabbing a few things for Chopper.”

He stepped a few feet over, digging through boxes of what looked like files. You had been tempted to go through those earlier, but the moral part of you assumed they were medical records and you shouldn’t touch them. Clearly that was not a unanimous sentiment, as he took a few papers out, reading them before placing them back.

“Nami’s been talking about your planned girls day,” Just as you were hoping his visit would be in and out he began to speak, “She wants to wait a bit before inviting Robin to join the two of you.”

If you had any sliver of a say you’d rather Robin not be invited at all. She nor Zoro had stopped in to see you, yet, and you wished for it to stay that way. Usopp glanced your way, and you must have been making some type of face because he laughed quietly, turning back to continue his search.

“I told her you may not be too thrilled, but she insisted. Robin’s cool, she just has a lot of… layers, so to speak. She’s very protective of the crew, as we all are.”

He seemed to have found what he was searching for, turning around with a file in his hands, leaning back on the table to seemingly study you. You were sick of being studied by them all. For a moment you visualized jumping off the bed, punching him in his stupidly long nose and diving overboard. At the rate of healing you were at you’d more than likely drown, if you even made it into the water. You wondered, for a moment, if drowning would be better than this.

“Y’know,” He sounded more hesitant now, uncomfortably shifting his gaze away from you, “Sanji hasn’t been sleeping well since you got back. Well, actually, since you left but…”

He trailed off, and the implication struck you in the heart. How you wished it didn’t, but some traitorous part of you still ached for the soft affection from him. The bigger part of you wanted to bash him over the head with his own frying pan.

“He’s been cooking a lot more too. Which cooking isn’t out of the question for him, but he’s making enough that even Luffy leaves leftovers. I think he’s just worried though. About you and, well, everything really. He always makes extras for you too, most of the time Luffy ends up eating them after you refused a few times.”

Usopp moved quickly, standing straight so abruptly you jumped, “Well, best get this to Chopper! It’s nice out today, not too sunny, you should see if Chopper will okay you for a quick walk today. I know Sanji would jump at the opportunity to take you outside.”

You didn’t respond verbally, just a quick shake of your head. He only shrugged as he continued to the door, “Suit yourself. But with our deal doctor and our lovesick cook, you’re only going to be able to hide out for so much longer.”

He winked at you playfully, as he left. The silence after the door shut left you stewing, steaming in your frustration.

Five

Chopper was very good at turning his questions into statements. He knew if he’d asked you to step outside you would have refused— why would you want a taste of freedom if it was tainted by the never ending babysitter’s club? So he didn’t ask, he brought you a clean set of clothes, a mixture of gifts from Nami and Robin, and a sweatshirt you recognized as Sanji’s. You didn’t want to change into it, but what choice did you have? Luffy brought you aboard with nothing but the clothes on your back.

You had to admit, for your first time stepping out of the sick bay in days, everything was a lot calmer than you had anticipated. The deck was quiet, Franky and Brook being the only two you saw, other than Chopper. The little doctor was your babysitter for this outing, however short it ended up being. He hadn’t changed into his bigger self, Breaking Point as he called it. You were curious about it, but you didn’t necessarily want to risk him changing his form.

Chopper was talking at you, mumbling things about health benefits of being out in the open air, but you had long tuned him out. The sun on your skin felt amazing after days in doors. It was warm, the heat seeping its way into the clothes you wore, gently kissing your cheeks. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, basking in the warm breeze, feeling more relaxed than you had in days.

You stuck close with Chopper, taking small, baby steps to the edge of the railing, looking out over the never ending sea. Somewhere miles away, if not hundreds of miles away, was your home island. What had happened to the townspeople after you were taken? Would you ever know?

“Yo!” Franky’s voice was loud and unmistakable, cutting across the gentle atmosphere you had fallen comfortable in, “Look who’s out walkin’!”

He and Brook had both turned to look in your direction, walking a bit closer while keeping distance. You felt like they were treating you like a spooked animal, cowering from its hunters. Though from the way you instinctively shrunk in on yourself, that wasn’t far from the truth.

Chopper waved at them happily, before turning and noticing the look on your face, “Oh, it’s okay! They’re just happy to see you!”

“Super happy!” Brook nodded along to Franky’s near shouts, “I had become worried you’d fused to your bed in there! Chopper told me a story once of it happening when some dude was super sick, it was super gross!”

Brook laid a bony hand on his friend’s shoulder, “As fascinating as you found that story, I do worry our new crewmate may not share your sentiments.”

If you hadn’t wanted to return to the sick bay’s bed before, you certainly didn’t want to now. Your body could fuse to the bed? Chopper picked up on your turmoil easily.

“That was a very rare medical case!” He patted your leg reassuringly, “He was in his bed for years! He never even got up to use the bathroom. It won’t happen to you!”

You just nodded, trying to offer him a small smile. The two continued talking, neither missing a beat.

“It’s good to see you out and about dear, you’re a sight for sore eyes!” Brook tilted his head, and you knew one of his jokes was coming next, “That’s to say if I had eyes.”

He and Franky laughed, and Chopper giggled beside you. You’d never gotten a good reading on Brook, you suppose it was difficult considering the man didn’t have skin to make facial expressions. When you first came on the ship, working on enacting your plan, he was one of the few you tried to avoid. You weren’t afraid of him, past the discomfort of him being a living skeleton, but you had no way of being able to tell what he was thinking or feeling. Considering what your line of work is, or was, it was a dangerous aspect.

The two kept talking to Chopper, though much like earlier you tuned them out. Any tranquility that you’d been feeling was gone with those two as close as they were, talking like nothing was wrong. Everything was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be here, you weren’t supposed to be back on the ship with them. You could feel yourself tensing again, clenching your fists in the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing, so tight you could feel your nails biting into your skin.

“Alright, that’s enough walking for today,” Chopper’s gentle nudging snapped you out of your stupor, and he waved goodbye to the other two as he led you back to the sick bay.

“We’ll go out again tomorrow, though Sanji might insist on being with you then.”

Four

The bandages were becoming itchy. They were clean, your wounds sterile, still being hidden away to heal more, but the constant feeling of the fabric pressed to your skin was starting to drive you insane. The constant itch on top of being stuck in the sick bay with the occasional ten minutes of sunlight a day. The notion of drowning was becoming more appealing.

You found yourself absentmindedly picking at the edges of the bandages around your arm, pulling at the edges, hoping to tempt fate and have them fall off. The door creaked open, and you jumped, hand flying away from the bandages with a start. The last thing you wanted to do was tempt them into cuffing your hands to bedside railings if they caught you messing with their medical equipment.

“Don’t mess with the bandages. Don’t waste Chopper’s hard work.”

You swallowed hard, sinking as far back into the pillows behind you as you could. Zoro didn’t say anything else for a moment, his one eye pinning you in place. His arms were crossed over his chest, leaning back against the door behind him.

“Saw you walking around with the cook.”

You nodded slowly. The walk was brief, as it was before. Just long enough for you to get used to the warmth of the sun before being brought back in. Sanji had talked the entire time, cheerful and energetic as you stayed silent. You had seen Zoro for a second while you were out, but he was gone just as quick.

“He’s been… weird lately,” He grimaced at the admittance, “Looked like he’d sucked a lemon after you left. Like he was about ready to kill someone when Luffy brought you back.”

Zoro was a relatively quiet man, especially in comparison to the rest of the crew. But in this moment, the silence felt deliberate, like each pause was giving you time to reflect on his words.

“I didn’t think Luffy should have gone after you. Not in the way he had, at least.”

You risked making eye contact, his gaze steely and cold. God, how you wanted Sanji to come waltzing through the door, ready to defend you against the swordsman. But you knew he wouldn’t, not now at least.

“Luffy said we don’t leave our crew behind.” His voice was stern, borderline aggressive as he continued, “So I listened, and waited for him to come back with you. You looked like shit when he did come back with you.”

Despite the fear and anxiety building in you, you found your eyes narrowing at his blunt remark. You had gotten the crap beat out of you, of course you hadn’t looked your best.

“Chopper brought you in here, tried to drag Luffy in with him. His hands looked messed up. But he said to focus on you first. He was almost as upset as the love-cook.”

That felt almost hard to believe. In your time on the ship before all this had happened, most of your time was spent with Sanji, and then after him was Nami and Chopper, occasionally Usopp and Luffy. Why would the captain care about your injuries? You had suspected, based on blurry memory from when he found you at the bar, that he had only come to get you because Sanji wanted him to.

“He hasn’t told us what happened when he grabbed you,” Zoro continued, tone shifting, sounding almost bored as he spoke, “Not even with all the food he’s been bribed with. Kept his mouth shut for once, said you’d tell us when you’re ready.”

You doubt you’d ever be ready. You doubt you’d ever tell them. Luffy may as well speak now.

“The cook… loves you, for whatever reason. And because of that, Luffy trusts you. At least enough to bring you back to the ship. I figured you had been hiding something, but I kept my mouth shut. I won’t do that again.”

If I find any reason not to trust you, everyone will know. You shifted, tucking your chin down to look at the bedsheets, hands trembling where they were. The threat hidden in his voice wasn’t subtle, nor was it, well, hidden. You doubt he was truly trying to hide it.

“Oi, mosshead,” The door pushed against him harshly, Sanji, near seething, coming back in, eyes narrowed at the swordsman, “Get the hell out! She needs to rest!”

“I was just leaving,” Zoro was quick to sneer back, looking back at you for the briefest of moments, before turning and leaving the sick bay.

Three

The water was warm against your skin. If you shut your eyes, this felt nice; if you pretended you were alone, it didn’t feel like a nightmare. You’d been given permission to take a bath, nothing too hot, nothing too strenuous. It was stupid of you to think you’d be allowed to bathe alone, as well.

“Hold still, please.”

You hadn’t realized you were fidgeting on the stool you’d been given to sit on. Robin had sprouted multiple arms, you’d stopped trying to count, holding bottles of soap and shampoo, washcloths for her to use once the old ones were covered in grime and old blood.

“The tension you hold isn’t good for your muscles,” Her voice was a hum as she spoke, soft and almost nurturing, the same tone she often used with Chopper, “You wouldn’t want to worry our little doctor anymore than you have, would you?”

You didn’t respond, but made an effort to relax your body. The humiliation played a part in your tension, and you had tried to argue that tooth and nail before coming. Chopper had expressed his concerns for you showering alone, Sanji had offered to go with you, though Chopper shut that down rather quickly.

Robin was free and in the right place at the right time, according to her. Chopper had explained how to navigate your stitches, expressed she needed to be gentle, and ensure the water doesn’t reach over a certain temperature.

You had to admit, she had a very soft touch. The washcloth dragged across your bare back, warm and soft against your skin. Though even her soft touches made you wince when she brushed against the healing bruises.

“You have been healing rather well, though I do suspect that’s due to our doctor,” She worded her phrases carefully, making sure you understood her praises weren’t meant for you. Not that you’d ever think they were.

The washcloth was removed, and you could hear the dripping of water as she strained it, “I know our dear navigator’s probably beside herself having missed an opportunity such as this. But there’s a storm approaching, and she had to work on charting a new course to help us evade it.”

She gave no warning as water was poured along your head, and you shut your eyes in a hurry, trying to avoid them stinging. She repeated that process a few more times before moving on, lathering her hands with shampoo. It smelled fresh and clean, but soft compared to the sterile cleanliness of the sick bay.

“I asked if she needed anything, but she declined. She already has your measurements down for the next time we come across a town with a shopping district. Though I doubt you’ll be allowed off the ship with her. She doesn’t seem to mind that idea, she seems rather excited at the prospect of dressing you up. You should feel honored.”

Robin began lathering the shampoo across your scalp, nails digging in just enough to fight the grim and grease there. You cursed your exhaustion for finding it even the least bit relaxing. You flinched when some water splashed against your side, peeking around to see one of her arms filling the small basin with water once more.

She continued with her movements, speaking as if she didn’t mind your silence. “You should try and rest more, Chopper has explained to you many times that your body needs an exorbitant amount of rest for the next few weeks. Sanji has confessed he hears you pacing around the sick bay at night, but he hasn’t brought himself to confront you quite yet. You’re concerning him, you know. Continuous movement, a lack of rest; those together aren’t good for your recovery.”

She grabbed the basin with her arms, the two attached to her body, before slowly pouring the water on your head once more. You did your best to keep your eyes shut, for fear of getting shampoo in your eyes, as well as avoiding looking at her body. Modesty and privacy appeared to be two things no one on this crew cared about.

“I do suppose it makes sense,” She was refilling it once more, gently scratching at your scalp as she poured it once more, “Restlessness is a common symptom of a guilty conscience.”

“What do I have to be guilty of?” You bit off before you could stop yourself, sputtering quietly as water got into your mouth. You felt she did that on purpose.

She set the basin down, moving to grab what you suspected was shampoo with a quiet hum. “Many things, I can assume, given what your past appeared to be before we found you.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

How pathetic of a sight you must have been, sat on a stool, curled over as much as you could be given your injuries. Naked and wet, shivering from fear, with one of the most powerful women in the world cleaning your hair.

“Not yet, but you’ll open up to us eventually. Most of us are rather patient people.”

She sat back, letting the conditioner sit in your hair as she shifted. A quick glance let you know she was washing her own hair, but you turned away just as quickly. You felt miles better than you had when you first woke up. Your muscles still ached, and your injuries were still present, but the layer of sweat and grim that was caked onto you was gone at least.

“I’m sure at the time it felt like the only thing you could do.” How you wished she’d drop this subject, you thought. “Run away without asking us for help. We’ve all been in similar situations, I suppose.” She laughed, light and airy, as if any part of this situation was funny.

She paused in her movements, the stillness behind your back telling. One of her hands brushed along your back, finger trailing down your bare spine. You shot up, sitting straighter on your stool, arms still wrapped across your chest. She moved her hand away, as if it hadn’t been there in the first place.

“We all learned quickly. If you’re to be on this crew, you ask for help when you need it. You’ll understand eventually,” The sound of rushing water indicated she was refilling the basin, more steam rising into the air.

She continued to bathe you, rinsing out the conditioner from your hair, applying a fruity-smelling hair mask, as she called it. You fell silent as she worked, though it didn’t seem to bother her.

You’ll learn eventually.

And if you didn’t? If you never learned? Were they to abandon you on some island, alone, and leave you to die? Or would they kill you? Despite the warmth of the water, the heat of the bath house, you shivered where you sat, goosebumps forming across your skin.

Two

You had been able to convince Sanji to take you on a short walk at night, a weird, desperate feeling clawing at your chest to see the stars, to feel the cool breeze of night against your skin. Admittedly, it didn’t take much to convince him. He was thrilled to take a stroll with you under the stars, his words.

The air felt different than it did in the day. You’d never spent a copious amount of time on the sea, and never at night. The breeze rolling about was chilly and strong. Sanji had insisted you wear a hoodie of his, the sleeves fell past your fingertips, but it was comfortable. You didn’t tell him that, just supplied him with a quick thanks. He beamed as if you’d showered him with praises.

He was nearly glued to your side, and part of you was grateful for his body heat against the night chill. It was the only reason you weren’t shifting away from him.

“Do you have any requests for dinner tomorrow?”

You looked over to him, shifting so you were less leaning over the rail than you had been, answering with a shake of your head.

“I’m thinking of making stew. Luffy and the mosshead caught a decent amount of tilapias today, and we’ve got some onions that need to be used.” He was muttering to himself now, voice soft.

Footsteps had you turning your head, a momentary flash of panic that it was Zoro heading to the crow's nest, “Ah, good evening, you two.”

It was Jinbe, trailing up the stairs at a leisurely pace, gaze soft as he took the two of you in. Sanji stiffened next to you for a moment before his posture relaxed. Odds are he’d hoped for a quiet night alone, but his crew tended to make that impossible.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” His voice was as gentle as it was before, and those quick memories were enough to have your heart constrict in your chest, “I had come out to get some fresh air before bed. I presume, the same goes for you two.”

“No interruptions, my friend,” Sanji responded, turning so his back was leaning against the railing, still pressed next to you, “She had wanted to see the night skies before bed. Who am I to turn down my beloved’s request?”

Jinbe laughed softly, deep and full-bellied at the same time. For a moment, you had wished it was him they had on babysitting duty for you; he was easy to relax around. But he was still a Strawhat; he had sat idly by as his captain kidnapped you.

“You appear to be healing well, that’s good.”

“Yeah,” Without much else to say, you found yourself agreeing quietly.

“And tonight’s a fine night, the clouds have cleared off,” He had turned to look out at the water, the stars and moon reflecting off the calm waves.

Sanji tilted his head back, looking upwards as if realizing from Jinbe’s words that the sky was rather beautiful. Back home, it wasn’t like this; the sky wasn’t this clear, and there were little to no places to sit in silence. You wished you had been here in different circumstances. You wanted to crush that desire the second you had it.

“Chopper’s been saying your strength is returning to you. You do appear stronger than when the captain first brought you on board.”

At the mention of how you’d been when Luffy brought you, Sanji let out a noise. Some mixture of a huff and a growl, and you could see the tension in his jaw as he ground his teeth.

“I’m… just happy to be out of bed,” You admitted, refusing to look at either of them as you spoke, “Even if I feel tired after walking, it’s nice.”

“Yes,” Jinbe sounded happier, and you felt Sanji shift, one of his hands reaching to grab yours. You wanted to stop him, to snatch your own away, but with another member near you, you let Sanji grab yours.

“Recovery for a normal person isn’t always linear,” He continued, a small smile on his face as you turned your gaze towards him, “Perhaps soon enough we can add swimming to your daily exercise. I could lend a hand, of course.”

Before you could respond, Sanji was taking over the conversation, “Oh, I hadn’t even considered that. Chopper and you could probably come up with something, though it would have to wait until she’s more healed, I’d presume.”

The two began discussing this apparent plan, not minding your silence once. You could feel your mind drifting, a fuzzy feeling overtaking your brain. It was comfortable, in a way, letting you bathe in a silent blanket in your mind.

One

The days since you woke up had been near magical for Sanji. Sure, you were taking longer to adjust to your situation, but he was willing to give you as much time as you needed. He knew it was only a matter of time before you two were back to how you were before, and he was already preparing to lavish you with affection and gifts once you were there. Until that point, he was fine preparing simple but elegant meals just for you, willing to fight off his over-hungry captain to ensure it stayed pristine and hot.

Today was a simple salad, though as he added some shredded cheese to the top, simple didn’t seem appropriate. He was still working hard to ensure all your meals had all the nutrients you needed to heal properly.

Luffy was loitering nearby, drool dripping down his chin as he tried to subtly creep closer to Sanji, eyes fixed on the chopped chicken. Sanji didn’t even have to blink before sending a quick, timed kick towards the captain, stopping him from snatching your lunch. Luffy yelped, whining as he stumbled back, falling harshly onto his back,

“Sanji! I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry,” He grumbled, the same song and dance between the two, “This isn’t for you, dumbass. Let me finish and take it up to the sick bay when she’s done on her walk, and then I’ll make you a snack, okay?”

Luffy groaned, falling to lie on his back, glaring up at the ceiling, “I want meat now.”

Sanji didn’t budge, moving to place the bowl on a tray, “Your options are to wait alongside everyone else or wait for your snack.”

There was a dull roar of thunder from outside, quiet and far off, but enough to have Sanji pausing as he peered outside through the window from where he stood. Chopper had the idea of having you take a walk earlier, Nami having predicted a pretty intense storm coming their way. They wanted you to be able to move around before you got stuck inside once more, even though Chopper had developed a good amount of exercises you could do in the sick bay. They agreed you seemed at least slightly happier whenever you got to go outside, which was why you were outside with Chopper and Brook.

Luffy had rolled over onto his side, staring at Sanji while picking his nose. He didn’t bother hiding the look of disgust on his face at the revolting action, “Is Sanji worried?”

Sanji’s response was a scoff, though it was a poor attempt to avoid answering the question. Luffy just laughed, eyes shutting as he leaned his head back. How he found comfort in the strangest positions, Sanji will never know.

“Sanji shouldn’t worry! Everything will work out. Eventually!”

“I know that, dumbass.”

Maybe preparing a little plate of the scraps from your lunch wouldn’t be too hard. After all, he didn’t need to make more stock. They had enough frozen to last them months at this rate. He didn’t put effort into making the pieces look appetizing, but it didn’t matter. As soon as the plate touched the counter, Sanji was opening his mouth to tell Luffy, his captain was already moving, scarfing the leftovers down with vigor.

“Idiot.”

Luffy just laughed with puffed out cheeks, and neither mentioned the small smile that was present on Sanji’s face. Another roll of thunder, a bit closer, shook the boat. Waves were starting to pick up some; he could hear the lapping of them against the ship. Perhaps he could prepare some tea to go with your lunch, he had some peppermint tea that he could—

Muffled screaming interrupted his thoughts, and both he and Luffy stopped in their tracks, turning to peer out the door. It sounded like Chopper? Without thinking, the pair had made their way out the door, no doubt feeling matching feelings of curiosity and panic. Everyone else appeared to have heard it too; doors were opening, and faces were peaking out.

Chopper and Brook were peering over the railing. Chopper was crying, wordless screaming leaving his mouth, and Brook was looking on with a deep horror, eyeless sockets seeming wider than normal. And it didn’t appear that you were standing near them—

“She jumped!” Chopper was wailing, rushing to Sanji’s legs, “She- she jumped overboard! I- I can’t go after her!”

He felt his blood turn cold, his legs feeling like lead as he stared down at the little doctor. You had— No. His eyes widened, and he raced to the railing, eyeing how the waves were slowly getting rougher with each passing second. He could make out your figure through the dark blue of the waters, and you didn’t look to be surfacing.

Before he could throw himself over the side, Zoro had beaten him to it. Watching the swordsman dive into the water, he couldn’t even think of any snide comments or remarks to make. Too busy desperately watching as the green-haired idiot swam down after you.

“Chopper,” Robin was there, kneeling down to the wailing doctor, “You need to take a breath and calm down, if she’s hurt or inhaled any water, you’ll need to be prepared.”

He was making efforts to calm his breathing, hooves covering his eyes as he tried to dry his tears. Luffy was leaning over the railing, eyes focused and unblinking as he stared into the depths of the water. The only movement was the waves. Nami was next to Sanji now, hands pressing to the sides of his head to have him turn to look at her. Her facial expression was calm, a clear attempt to calm him down, but her eyes were blazingly angry.

“Sanji, Zoro will get her; she’ll be fine.”

You’ll be fine, of course you will be. That was enforced by a loud splashing and two sharp gasps for air. The crew all looked forward, pressing against the railing as Zoro resurfaced, arms wrapped tightly around you. You appeared to be fighting against his grip, and on his forearms were scratch marks, shallow but bleeding into the salty water.

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