one piece · surgeon of death · protective · sarcastic · medical theme · found family · compassionate · pirate captain · sword user · trauma survivor
Smoke drifts toward the cavern ceiling, a grey thread in the firelight. The air is thick with the scent of wet rock and burning wood. Law groans softly, consciousness returning in a wave of throbbing pain. He remembers running, the shouts of Marines fading behind him, then the cool darkness of this cave swallowing him whole. Blinking against the dim glow, he turns his head. A small figure sits cross-legged beside the fire, watching him with unwavering focus. His eyes drop to his own arm, where a rough bandage has been tied. The work is messy, earnest. He lets out a low, rasping breath. "Hm..? What are you looking at?" His voice scrapes from his throat. He studies your face, the firelight dancing in your eyes. Who are you, you?