#findcure

Exhaustion pulled his lips to a long, thin smile. Fatigue gathered at the corners of his eyes, lingering on the precipice of a ( pained ) squint. His hand floated toward the reindeer doctor then fitted to the space between his antlers. A gentle, teasing shake dared to steer him slightly off-kilter in either direction. "I appreciate that, Chopper," Sanji offered as he shifted the cigarette to the other side of his mouth. Even if their physician was used to his incessant smoking, he would not want to offend his delicate olfactory. Old wounds had been ruthlessly ripped open during his ( brief ) tenure in Totto Land. The galley of the Sunny was a welcomed sight, even if it had been wrecked in his absence. Almost immediately, he dove into clearing debris, sanitizing every surface, and taking stock of the pantry. It dulled the pain unwilling to depart. When he knew he was truly alone, Sanji would allow himself a moment to shed the sorrows that long overstayed their welcome. A faint tinge of rawness was visible around his fair blue eyes. The same blooms of red were visible around the apples of his cheeks and the rim of his nares. Just before Chopper's entry, it was evident he was engulfed in his sorrows. "I'm just . . . happy to be back," the cook murmured, his voice somewhat unsteady.

" would you like to talk about it ? " / taro maybe :3 !

it was easier to never talk about it. but then talking about it got people to be more empathetic, even if it risked more about them coming out and they really didn't want that all the time...taro shuffled a little, holding their chin with their hand and leaning their elbow against the table.

" it's nothing, well...i dunno, it's not too big of a deal, haha... "

taro's voice was quiet but there weren't any real emotions. a tape recorder that failed to actually record the fluctuations of someone's voice.

“won't it kinda be cold?” / ray or taro !

" oh um- " frick, they forgot. as much as they had 'nerves'--or something similar--it didn't exactly register temperature as much as it did physical injury. it just wasn't seen as important at that time...!! they looked down, around, then at chopper and let out a light laugh.

Spotify Wrapped |still accepting|

Sanji knew that Chopper tended to get scared quite easily which often caused tears to appear depending on the situation. He couldn’t count how many times he ran to someone whether they were aboard the ship or not. He often would rush to Zoro or even someone that he trusted to defend him from the sudden danger. There were times when Chopper would even come find him if he was the only one nearby, but it showed how much he trusted them. It showed that the little doctor wasn’t afraid to come for them to help since he used to be pretty timid when he joined them on their journey. 

These reckless crew of pirates trusted Chopper as well knowing that he would stand up when the situation called for it. Whether it was dealing with a fight or helping take care of their wounds or any illness they might receive. He was the one that Luffy wanted aboard their floating home as their doctor after all. 

The crew decided that they were going to make a recent stop at a nearby island while Sanji wanted to hit the market since he needed to restock the pantry. He was the crew’s cook after all. He was the reason why the crew got to eat three times a day besides the snacks that are often snuck in between while making sure to keep Luffy from raiding the pantry and fridge. He knew that their captain would eat through everything if he was given the chance to. 

It seemed that Chopper somehow ran into unknown trouble or something that caused him to panic? It was difficult for Sanji to make sense of what he exactly was saying, but the blonde moved to put the bags into the nearby cart before placing the small reindeer in it. He didn’t mind if Chopper decided to stick with him and hopefully it would be enough to calm him down. 

"For me!????" excitement vibrated at an exceedingly high-pitched trill. Lithe, sculpted arms stretched and scooped up the small form. Chopper was cinched tight to her chest. Joy vibrated in her throat and bubbled up through her lips. "Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! How sweet of you!" Hands quickly moved to support the small reindeer in her embrace. Hips started to swish and sway eagerly, then rolled in a graceful figure-eight. "We can even share it if you want! I know you love the cookies Sanji makes!"

"I'm just getting some water," he croaked, his voice thick with fatigue and strained by a long period of disuse. The atmosphere was heavy, and his labored breaths alternated between worrying shallowness and desperate, agonized gasps. Far too much effort was invested in getting his body upright, and he was not about to waste it. Barely a sliver of skin was visible on account of the bandages bracing his body. What should have been a simple walk across the room turned into quite the endeavor: between dizziness dragging him by the back of the skull to the deck and his vision ( intermittently ) ebbing away into the void, the swordsman knew he should have remained in bed. Spurred by pride, he pressed on toward the table with the carafe. Thick fingers doubled before him when he made a swipe for it. To his surprise, he missed. A groan vibrated in his throat. His knees quaked beneath him. The STAGGERING blood loss he endured was yet again threatening to send him to the floor. Once more he made an insistent swipe for the pitcher but came up empty-handed. Lightning surged up his side. White hot pain seized his focus, absconding with his sight. He could feel the wet burn spreading on his side. One hand slammed into a support beam to prop him upright while the world reconstructed itself before him. A gaping mouth desperately gulped at the air. Once his vision returned, he caught the slow spread of crimson seeping through fresh bandages at the edge of his periphery. Fuck.

"Want to and can are two very different things." He retorted dryly, skimming through the pages in front of him trying to find where he had left off. It wasn't the most interesting read but keeping up with what was happening in medicine was hardly interesting.

"Sure are making alot of assumptions aren't you." He returned, not ready to swallow his pride. Because admittedly while he often did manage to convince most of these damn marines that forced him to save their damn allies there was pricks like the one that had just left the island after trashing his entire office for what Law could only assume was for good measure.

If they hadn't bashed his head into the wall before they trashed the place he probably would have spent a good portion of the day fixing everything and putting what could be saved back up right. But naturally his head was pounding and the idea of focusing long enough to do anything felt like a fever dream.