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Sick - Law x F!Reader - Mini Fic 6

You felt the aches dying down already after taking some medicine, you had felt so tense. Silently sat still, in his office, you were patiently waiting through another scan. "Tch". You looked up at the frustrated doctor, unsure if you should speak or not. Ultimately you decided against it.

He seemed to have a stick up his ass since lunch, you weren't very willing to make yourself the target for his pent up frustrations. It just seemed like you couldn't help yourself, even though you knew it was best not to poke the bear if you wanted to keep your fingers, you couldn't help but want to chat with him. He began scribbling intensely in his book, you were convinced if he pressed any harder on the pencil it would snap.

Against your better judgement. "Law..". Law perked up at the mention of his name, it wasn't like a Strawhat to not be calling him 'Traffy'. The annoying nickname that had stuck amongst them all.

"What". You blinked a couple of times, unsure of how to approach the man. "Is everything.. okay?". "You're fine y/n-ya, not much spreading it'll hold off until tomorrow like predicted" he sighed. You nodded appreciating the info, but it wasn't exactly what you were after.

"I meant with you?". He stopped and gave you his full attention. A thick tension in the air hung over your heads. "Fine. Now you can get back to your room, I'm done with you". Spoken from anyone else you would have been offended. You felt a little saddened twinge inside, but pushed that away. You weren't here to become buddy buddy with the doctor, just here not to die.

"Is there anything I can do around the sub? I don't want to just sit around in that room all day" you pouted, hoping for a job at least. "No you'd just be in the way, you're a patient, stay where you should be" he declined, still writing into his journal. Watching him walk back to his desk and cross referencing the book about your disease, you decided on a different approach.

"Are you sure? Because it gets real lonely in there and-" he shut one of his books with a thud cutting you off. "That isn't my problem, you need to go and rest, doctors orders" he spoke flatly, no emotion to him. You shook your head, now you felt frustrated and annoyed. You weren't feeling heard.

"Why are you being like this right now, we had a friendly moment earlier right? Now you're being harsh for no reason" you huffed, raising your voice a little. Law's bored expression met your flustered and upset one.

"Harsh? Did you felt mislead y/n-ya, I am just your doctor. We aren't friends, we're ally's and now you're my patient, on my submarine, so go back to your room, I will check in on you later" he calmly spoke. You couldn't help but feel a little anger bubbling up inside. Your emotions unregulated and unpredictable.

"Why are you helping me if we're not friends? Is it because my Captain said so? For some reason I don't think so".

"If I wasn't in an alliance with your Captain I'd have let you die". It was a simple sentence, said as calm as he always was. You knew Law wasn't a person to speak out of turn, and he didn't lie. Perhaps this is why that stung so much.

You wiped the upset look from look face. "You're right Law, we're not friends, I couldn't imagine myself being friends with someone like you" you spat before walking away. You knew deep down Law never considered your crew friends, he went to great lengths to remind everyone of that.

So why did his words hurt so much? It's not like it didn't make sense, you wouldn't have even known him without the alliance.

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Law rubbed his cold hands over his eyes, pulling his hat off. He set it down on his desk in front of him staring at it. Lately he always found himself tense because of a Strawhat. He let out a sigh, fiddling with the pencil in between his fingers.