📖🌸PLAYING THE PLAYBOY🌸📖| Lawsan📚

15 | 🩸 Nurses Office ❤️‍🩹

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Sanji's eyes fluttered open, he lay in a white bed with a burning headache. He looked around and realised where he was, the Nurses Office. A place where you go if you get injured or sick durning a school day. There was a distinctive smell of clean aroma that swept around the room. It was quiet and peaceful apart from the pain that coursed through Sanji's body. The soft white blankets and pillows soothed Sanji like light clouds that held him up in the sky. 

He felt blood simmer deep in his throat, and he could hardly breathe from the blow that was taken by his stomach. Sanji eyes stung from the sunlight that shone in though the windows, but the warmth that caressed him gently was nice.

"Awake are we?" A voice came from next to him.

"Dad?" Sanji turned his head to look at Zeff, who held his hand softly.

"Have you lost your memory as well?" Zeff said sarcastically.

"Aha, kind of." Sanji laughed.

"Tell me, what happened?" Zeff said, leaning in so he could hear Sanji speak.

"I-it was Zoro," Sanji admitted.

"Zoro? Why would he do this to you?" Zeff asked.

"We got into a fight, if I can remember well." Sanji said.

"What about?" 

"I-I can't remember..." he was lying, he could remember everything about the fight. He just didn't want to think about it.

"Alright, you're coming home with me," Zeff said, standing up from his chair beside the bed.

"B-but I've got to finish the school day!" Sanji said as he motioned for Zeff to stop.

"Have you seen yourself? You are definitely not in the right state to go to this place for the next week," Zeff said. Sanji sighed and agreed, getting out of the bed and reaching for his bags.

"It's fine, I've got it," Zeff said as he picked up Sanji's stuff and flung it round his shoulder.

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Zoro's heartbeat sped up as he waited on the bench outside of the principles office. He couldn't remember why he lashed out so harshly on Sanji. His arms and shoulders still hurt from where his father had restrained him so he couldn't hurt Sanji more. He was told that Sanji had passed out and recently woke up, so that was good news. He imagined Sanji in pain from all the wounds that he had given him, but he couldn't forget what he said to Pudding. Zoro was kinda sick of his shit, the only thing Sanji loved to do was mess with people and make their lives a mess, and that's why Zoro beat the hell out of him.

"Roronoa, please come in," a voice said from Gold Rogers office. Zoro stood up and walked in, his head hung low as he did.

"Please, take a seat." A man with Black hair and a beard sat behind a desk, smiling at Zoro who took at seat opposite him.

"Good afternoon, Sir." Zoro said, waves of guilt flooding through his voice.

"Good afternoon to you too, Roronoa. Do you understand why your here?" Roger asked, putting his elbows on the desk and clasping his large hands together.

"Yes Sir." 

"Alright, do you want to tell me what happened?" 

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To be continued...