Taking Care of You: A Zosan Fanfiction

The Little Things

-On the shore next to the Thousand Sunny-

Zoro sprinted across the shore, carrying a sick Sanji. The young blonde's breath grew ragged, the pain induced cries from Sanji driving Zoro to make it to the Thousand Sunny before his legs gave out from stress and exhaustion. The boat lights were one, Zoro hoped that Chopper was there, or even Nami, who dressed the crew's wounds before the tiny doctor was part of the crew. "Sanji don't worry, it's going to be okay!" Zoro urged.

As Zoro reached the Sunny, he carefully climbed the ladder, one arm carrying Sanji. The blonde groaned and tears traced his cheek, wondering if this was how he would die, from some stupid stomach ache. As the two boys made it up to the deck, Zoro rushed the sick cook to the boys room. "Sanji! I'll be back, just let me get some things." Zoro comforted, sprinting to Chopper's doctor office.

Zoro panicked when he saw all the things Chopper had, bottles, leaves, weird liquids. This wasn't getting any easier. Zoro looked all around his surroundings. Just on the desk there was stacks of books and Zoro quickly snatched each one. He ran back to the boys room, Sanji was still there. Stupid Zoro, where would he go? He pulled up a chair and opened a book, "Just let me find out what's wrong, I'll try to be quick, I swear!" Zoro frantically explained, Sanji still groaning and shaking. Sanji would have protested that Zoro should let him die and that he wasn't worth it, but he was in too much pain to speak.

Zoro quickly skimmed through the first book, it had to do something with dealing with the flu and diseases. Welp, that wasn't it. The next book was called, 'Common and Simple Solutions to Regularly Seen Symptoms'. Perfect. Zoro went through the whole book and found out that shaking should be treated with caution, wet towels and soft blankets. "Hey Sanji, I'm going to take your temperature, after I get these things!" Zoro rushed to the kitchen, still reading the book. Stomach cramps should be treated with a hot compress. Zoro looked through Sanji's assortment of towels. Zoro chose the softest ones he could find, while putting the kettle on. He rushed back to Chopper's office and snatched a thermometer. He rushed to turned the stove off and busted the door down in the storage. Again, Zoro nabbed the softest blankets he could find.

Zoro placed all these things in a huge basket and ran to the boys room. Sanji's breath was getting ragged when he got there. Zoro quickly set up everything, soaking a towel in regular water and dabbing at the blonde's beautiful face. Next, Zoro wet a hot towel and slowly placed it on Sanji's stomach, as the cook flinched with pain.

As Zoro kept wetting Sanji's face, all of a sudden Sanji quickly grabbed Zoro's hand. "Z- Zoro," the cook stuttered. Zoro clasped his hand, "How do you feel?" Sanji gave Zoro a weak smile, "...Thank you."

*I do not know anything about medicine, please don't take this seriously