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The explosion decimated Buggy's ship and currently, you and Zoro were trying to carry Luffy, still in his cage, away, so you both could find something to get him free.
"You okay, Zoro? How bad are you injured?" Luffy asked.
"Just shut up and don't worry about what I'm doing. I need to concentrate if I'm gonna get us outta this," the man strained, trying to take most of the weight of the cage.
"You should let me patch you up. That wound is bad and you're losing a lot of blood," you stated seriously, tone laced with concern.
Something about seeing him hurt made you feel weird pain in your chest.
"We don't have time for that. We gotta find a way to get Luffy out of this cage and get the hell out of here," he dismissed.
Just then, the redhead girl walked over to you, a confused look on her face.
"I don't get it. Who are you guys?" She asked.
"Hey, Luffy? Who's this? Who's the girl?" Zoro asked.
"Oh, right. She's our new navigator," Luffy answered.
A squirt of blood suddenly shot from Zoro's wound and he groaned in pain.
"That's it," you said flatly, taking all the weight of the cage and throwing him on top of it, making your wings carry it down the steps.
"H-How are you carrying it?" Zoro strained, holding his side.
"My wings are really strong," you grunted as you slowly made your descent, eventually making it to the bottom.
Once you did, you put down the cage and started dragging it instead.
You dragged it about 6 feet before stopping, catching your breath and furling your wings.
You grabbed Zoro off the top of the cage and put him down on the ground, sitting next to him.
"Take off your haramaki. And your shirt, too," you ordered, grabbing some bandages.
"Huh?!" He exclaimed, blush rising to his cheeks.
You lit up as you realized what you said.
"Get your mind out the gutter! I'm trying to cover that wound before it bleeds anymore!" You exclaimed, embarrassed.
He grumbled something under his breath before he took off his haramaki and his shirt, leaving his chest exposed.
It took everything in you not to gawk.
He wasn't bulky with muscle because of his lean figure, but he was toned. And the faded scars only added to it.
You wrapped up his wound as quick as you could before you embarrassed yourself, then helped him put his shirt back on.
