pathetic patient number three
◡◡ ﹒ sanji x fem!reader x law 𖧧 | wc : 1k approx. | cw : fluff / suggestive / poly relationship / lawsan / modern!au / doctor law / nurse!reader | masterlist
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the emergency department had seen everything.
even a man who somehow managed to superglue his hand to a toaster.
so when sanji was wheeled into an examination room dramatically clutching his side, no one batted an eye.
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sanji reached toward law as though he were making a final plea from his deathbed.
"...i don't think I'm gonna make it..."
law didn't even glance up from the chart.
"you twisted your ankle."
"you walked into the hospital."
"you flirted with the receptionist."
"you also asked where the nearest mirror was."
sanji coughed into his fist.
"...evidence is circumstantial."
a soft laugh echoed from the doorway.
sanji's head whipped around.
you stepped inside carrying a tray of bandages and an ice pack, your nurse's uniform immaculate despite the chaos outside.
"there he is," you teased. "our brave patient~"
sanji puffed out his cheeks.
"you are currently my patient."
he looked personally offended.
"...my girlfriend is a traitor."
you couldn't help but giggle.
law quietly hid the ghost of a smile behind his clipboard.
"now," you said, pulling over a stool. "tell me exactly what happened."
sanji looked between the two of you.
"...promise you won't laugh?"
"i appreciate the honesty."
"i was carrying groceries..."
"...there was a puddle..."
"...because I was looking at a bakery window."
law pinched the bridge of his nose.
"you sprained your ankle because of croissants."
"they were behind glass."
"you would understand if you saw them..."
as you carefully wrapped his ankle, sanji winced theatrically.
"i have a low pain tolerance."
law rolled his stool closer.
"out of... maybe fifteen."
"so approximately a seven."
"...doctor, where is your compassion?"
sanji looked at you with exaggerated betrayal.
"you're supposed to be on my side."
once the bandage was secure, you gave it a gentle pat.
"i was hoping for a kiss."
law looked up from the computer.
"you may receive one after discharge."
"...you negotiate affection now?"
you left briefly to grab discharge papers.
sanji leaned back dramatically.
"i kinda like when you two fuss over me."
"...even if you make fun of me?"
you returned with the paperwork.
sanji immediately reached both arms toward you.
before sanji could protest, law effortlessly hoisted him into a bridal carry.
sanji's face turned bright red.
"you claimed you couldn't walk."
"i didn't say carry me like this!"
law remained completely expressionless.
you burst into laughter so hard you had to lean against the wall.
several nurses passing by openly stared.
one whispered, "relationship goals."
another whispered back, "i wish i was that patient."
"eek! doctor trafalgar is so strong!!"
sanji hid his burning face against law's shoulder.
"no," you corrected with a grin, opening the exit door for them.
"my own boyfriend called me pathetic."
"and your girlfriend is laughing."
sanji huffed, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him.
"you're both impossible."
"and yet," you said, slipping your hand into his as law carried him toward the parking lot, "you keep coming back."
law answered before sanji could.
"because he enjoys the attention."
you leaned over and kissed his forehead.
"there~ your reward for surviving your devastating ankle sprain."
sanji smiled so brightly it almost outshone the afternoon sun.
"please don't sprain your other ankle for another kiss."
"...i was afraid you'd say that."
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this fic is written by @qwehwa 2026 / please do not feed any of my work into ai, copy, plagerise, nor translate them into any other language.
