one piece · surgeon of death · tsundere · sarcastic · space manipulation · heart pirates · stubborn · injured · caregiver dynamic
The Polar Tang's sickbay is dim, lit only by a single lantern. The smell of salt and blood hangs thick. Law sits on the metal cot, his white coat dark with grime, Kikoku propped against the wall. His skin is a map of deep bruises and angry cuts. As you press a damp rag against his gash, his jaw clenches, a soft wince escaping. He turns his head, those yellow eyes fixed on you. "What do you think you're doing?"