Adventures of the Roronoa Family

Light of the Revolution

In the first few weeks after her rescue from Tequila Wolf, Nico Robin found herself struggling with an unshakeable illness. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that extended beyond the physical and psychological toll of her recent ordeals. Her body seemed to be waging its own quiet rebellion, with mornings marred by nausea and an overwhelming fatigue that draped over her like a shroud.

Robin had been feeling unwell for weeks, a persistent unease that refused to fade. Hoping for some relief or at least an explanation, she finally made her way to the medical bay of the Revolutionary Army's base.

The medical bay was quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery and the occasional rustle of pages as Dr. Sora, the resident physician, updated her records. Dr. Sora, known for her kindness as much as for her no-nonsense approach to medicine, looked up as Robin entered, her expression softening.

"Robin, what brings you here today?" Dr. Sora asked, motioning for Robin to sit.

"I've been feeling... off, for a few weeks now. Nausea, fatigue, and just a general sense of unease," Robin explained, trying to sound more composed than she felt.

Dr. Sora nodded, her professional demeanor in place as she began a series of routine checks, her movements methodical. Robin watched, a silent observer in her own diagnosis, as Dr. Sora collected samples, checked vital signs, and consulted the charts and instruments that lined the room. The soft hum of machinery and the occasional beep of a monitor filled the space between them, a testament to the silence that had settled.

Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. Robin's initial apprehension grew into a tangible tension, her thoughts swirling with possible ailments or conditions that matched her symptoms. The air felt heavier, charged with the unsaid and the unknown.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity but was only a few thorough and silent moments, Dr. Sora paused. She set aside the last of her instruments and took a moment to review the results. Her expression, previously focused and neutral, shifted into something more contemplative, then decidedly serious.

She turned to Robin, the results in hand, her gaze meeting Robin's with a weight that seemed to precede her words. It was clear that the examination had revealed something significant, something that would alter the course of Robin's immediate future.

"Robin," Dr. Sora began, breaking the silence that had filled the room. Her voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable gravity, a precursor to the life-changing news she was about to deliver. "Based on the symptoms you've presented and now the results... You're pregnant."

The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with implication. Robin felt her heart skip a beat, then start racing. Pregnant? The very idea was so foreign, so unexpected, that it took her several moments to process the information.

"I... I'm what?" she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. The initial shock gave way to a tumult of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a deep, aching sadness. The sadness wasn't for the pregnancy itself, but for the realization that she couldn't share this news with Zoro, the father of her child. He was hopefully somewhere safe and alive, possibly fighting his own battles, oblivious to the life they had created together.

Dr. Sora reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Robin's. "I know this must be overwhelming, especially given the circumstances. But you're not alone. We'll provide all the support and care you need."

Robin nodded, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. What would Zoro think? Would he be happy, or would the news bring him anxiety?

"Thank you, Dr. Sora," Robin said, finding a semblance of calm in the storm of her emotions. "I... I just need some time to process this."