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Vampire!Chief of Staff Sabo: He had been alive for decades, centuries even, but now, at this moment, as he paced the side of your bed, he felt like he was waiting for you to open your eyes for even longer. He didn’t know if you’d ever wake up and that terrified him. He gripped at his hair, the faint scent of your blood still filled his nostrils, but instead of blood lust, he felt his whole body recoil at it. He doesn’t even remember the fight and the words that you said that made him snap were blocked from his memory which made him feel worse. He stopped pacing and his eyes faced where you laid. He patched up the wounds he left on you, even though it hurt him to look at them, and yet he tried to not notice how your breathing was low and raggedy. He fell to his knees next to the bed and grasped your hand in his with the other falling on your wrist right over your pulse point. He could faintly feel it pulse under his fingertips but he knew it wasn’t enough to guarantee that you’d recover. He would have gladly handed over his immortality plus his life if that meant you would recover. Sabo just wanted you to get better… The one that he wanted to spend all his immortal life with but then he did this.

If you did recover… he would step out of your life so that he wasn’t a danger to you ever again.

Vampire!Red Hair Shanks: He wasn’t someone that snapped easily but the argument had gotten out of hand. You really shouldn’t have pushed him- No, he knew that it was all his fault. He should have kept calm or even left for some air but now you were barely grasping at life because he couldn’t control his temper. His doctor had patched you up the best they could have but he couldn’t stand to look at you so broken and struggling for life. He leaned against the banister and shut his eyes as the cool breeze hit his even colder skin. He didn’t even know how he should face you when you woke up. He sighed heavily and opened his eyes to look at his hands. Even after multiple washes, he could still spot the blood under his nails and the smell lingered around him. He was reminded why he didn’t get close to many people, especially romantically. You meant the world to him yet he did this to you… His heightened sense of hearing caught the footsteps coming closer to him and he unconsciously gripped the banister as the doctor cleared their throat behind him. Every single one of his senses started screaming at him as he felt a void hit his heart.

“Shanks… I’m sorry…”

Vampire!Trafalgar Law: He scrubbed his arms and hands as hard as he could yet the smell of your blood, what usually intoxicated him but now sickened him, remained in the air. He barely finished sewing you back up and it was up to you to pull through the rest. He cupped some water into his hands and splashed his face, gasping slightly at the freezing liquid that made his usual skin even colder. He turned to look at you laying on the infirmary bed and, even with his heightened hearing, he could barely catch your gasping breaths. Bandages and stitches now covered your body, something he had done before but he had never had to patch you up because of him. He shouldn’t have reacted the way he did. You had only said that you wanted to be with him forever and he had lashed out which started the argument. He thought he was able to control his anger very well but he was proven wrong in the worst way… He forced himself to the side of your bed and slumped down in the chair. He wanted to reach out and caress your cheek but instead he let his head fall into his hands. It felt like years before you had finally let out a small groan and Law’s head snapped up.

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