One Piece One Shots

Everything's Going To Be Alright [Zoro x Reader]

"Don't you dare die on me," you grunted as you dragged Zoro's body uphill.

You could see the cave's opening from your position, and you huffed as his shirt slipped from your grasp for the third time.

You had lost sight of the rest of your friends long ago, everyone scattering in different directions to fulfil the duties you had been assigned: You and Zoro were supposed to go to the meeting point to make sure it was safe before anyone else got there.

That had been hours ago, but you hadn't been expecting the city to be filled with marines, nor that your companion was so easily provoked. And so, before you could do anything about it, you had been surrounded. The battle had been ridiculous, the marines outnumbering you in such a way that you still couldn't process how it had turned out in your favour; that is if you didn't count the one lucky soldier that had managed to strike Zoro on the side.

Inhaling deeply, you retook your hold on the green-haired man's shirt and continued your way up to the safety of the hiding spot. Despite all your training and endurance, the man was almost twice your width, it was impossible for you to carry him with ease.

Once you had finally arrived at entrance, you discarded your backpack and your jacket, lying the latter on the floor to rapidly improvise a bed for the wounded pirate. You scrunched up your nose, and quietly apologised, as the man moaned in pain as you dragged him on top of it.

Then you found yourself with the problem of trying to remember what Chopper had taught you about taking care of deep cuts and wounds. You moved back and forth, doubting even the simplest ideas that came to mind, before actually stepping towards your backpack to fish for a roll of bandages.

"Okay, this is going to hurt... probably," you murmured as you knelt beside him and used your hands to tear the side of his shirt off, exposing the cut and watching from the corner of your eye how his head tilted up and his mouth opened in a silent groan.

You unrolled the bandages, moving your hands in the air above his body to try and figure out the best way to actually cover the wound.

"Why don't I ever listen," you moaned, closing your eyes momentarily and breathing in deeply before wrapping Zoro as best as you could.

It was only when you finished and the swordsman fell into a mixture of a slumber and unconsciousness that you allowed yourself to sit down on the floor, palms facing the cave's rocky ceiling and your head resting against the wall.

You lost track of how much time you spent just staring at him, terrified that he wouldn't make it if you took your eyes off of him. His breathing was laboured —the bandages constricted his side and rubbed the wound whenever his chest rose—, and he lost and regained consciousness every few minutes, muttering incoherently.

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Your eyelids fluttered open, and you froze on the spot until you remembered where you were. Bringing a hand to your face, you rubbed your eyelids tiredly. You wondered at what point you had fallen asleep, because you remembered having been very adamant on staying vigilant. Perhaps your mind had just shut down due to extreme tiredness.