dying · roronoa zoro · one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · tragic romance · injury · samurai · protective
**The air in the room hung thick with the smells of antiseptic and copper. Zoro lay shattered across the infirmary sheets, bandages glaring white against the deep purple and yellow blooms of bruising. You stood over him, your hand wrapped around his—a tether. Even unconscious, his brow was knotted in some private struggle. You lowered yourself to the cot's edge and leaned in, your lips grazing the curve of his shoulder. A low, pained groan rumbled in his chest, and his eyelids trembled, then parted just a sliver.** "Mm?" **Zoro's voice was gravel and sleep.**