AN~ I wanted to change to cover to this bc I'm going to add this flower thing with linelights and Daisies but should I change that ^^^ to the cover??? Yes or no I NEED HELP
-----Sanji pov (yas Im this cruel)
"Thank you Mademoiselle." I charmed the pink haired nurse as he brought me my lunch. Loathe was the only thing on the menu since I hate hospital food. Any two-but chef could make something healthier and better than this. Wasting food was against everything I stood for! I don't know why, but I couldn't let it go to waste.
There was no need to hold my nose as I stomached the bland substances because there was no smell. "Damn it." I choked as the threat of vomit tickled my throat.
"Don't eat that." stated a boomingly deep and croaky voice as the door swung open. "I got you this instead."
"You got me Chipolte?" I drowned as I ripped open the bag.
"Y-yeah." He replied scratching the back of his neck. He seemed to do that a lot when I asked him anything related to himself or me. "You looked miserable eating hospital food. Your not supposed to have outside food, but whatever."
I eyed the pushed aside hospital food. 17 days of that nastiness, but Rebecca always placed the cup on the left side since my left hand was broken even tho the cup always goes on the right. She positioned everything so it was easier for me. A lady's kindness couldn't go to waste along with food. "I have to eat both."
"And throw up, no." Zoro stated slight frustrated as he rolled his eyes. "I'm taking this; I'll eat it ok?"
"But Rebecca put~"
"All the stuff on the tray so it's easier for you." He mumbled before looking back at me from the doorway with the tray in hand. "You don't want a lady's work to be wasted. I know."
"Dr. Roranoa... thanks."
He smiled back at me and, I can't lie, it made me oddly happy, "Zoro, just Zoro is fine." but as he turned. The smile left way to fast to be real.
Realization hit me like a truck, I was hurting him, constantly, but as-long as it was me, Dr...Zoro, Zoro wouldn't mind.
"Wait!" I yelled before falling into a coughing fit. In a blink, he was right by my side holding my arms above my head so I could breathe. Because of my lung puncture from the car accident, I coughed violently and Zoro's was giving me barely any relief, but it was better than none. Embarrassment made my face even redder, as drawl leaked out my mouth, I couldn't wipe it away. Awkwardly, my gaze locked with Zoro's just as the liquid hung from my chin. So hot Sanji, this is how you pull all the ladies.
As if my sickly state didn't bother him at all, he gently wiped it away with his thumb. His fingers were rough, but I didn't mind. Unfortunately, I continued to cough, and Zoro would wipe my face, that part wasn't unfortunate. It even felt like he would stop to caress my face a little longer each time; I'm not complaining if he wants to be my friend. Maybe I'm juts over analyzing things; this is a weird situation.
Finally, I was able to catch my breathe and not explode into another fit. "Th~"
"You shouldn't be speaking." Zoro sighed as he wrote something down on his pad, probably about my violent coughing.
"I was just trying to thank you." I mumbled rolling my eyes tiredly.
"Just doing my job." He replied smiling again, the same right lipped closed eye won he'd been doing since he first hugged me, and told me my name. I remember that much and I remembered a lot more soon after, but I can tell it's and pieces were missing.
"Why do you smile like that?"
"It's just the way my face is." Zoro frowned seeming slightly taken back.
"No it's not. Your only smiling with your mouth, and you closing your eye. Smiles reach peoples eye; your's isn't." I stated matter-of-factly; he needed to hear it, but I could feel myself on the verge of rambling that would only end in embarrassment or something I couldn't remember. "Actually try smiling. I can tell it would good on you soft smiles on sharp features always look good."
Then, he chuckled as he shook his head causing strands of felled back hair to fall forward slightly. "Always straight forward."
"Yeah." I laughed back, genuinely smiling along. "You know me."
"I do."
"What?"
"What?" Zoro replied as his smile faded as quickly as it appeare, and, even thought his were wide open, I couldn't see them. They were cold, but had undertones of warmth as if he saw keeping me out would protect me from a darkness.
But the intent of darkness is to not see light, so was he really helping me?
I barely even knew the man in front of me. As I'm aware inner him right when I woke up 17 days ago from a coma due to a car accident. Before that I remeber driving home from Robin's birthday party which was February 6th. It's January 14th. Minus 17 days is December 28. I was in a coma for 6 days, so the car accident happened December 22. That's means I don't have 10 months of short term memory, and even parts of long term are blurry.
Something subconscious toke over me. "Are you alright?"
Zoro looked taken back in surprised, but like always he quickly covered it up with his fake smile that I was starting to loathe more than the hospital food. However, this time, his eyes remained open. There was vulnerability written all over his face, yet he didn't meet my gaze like before. Zoro spoke softly so that his deep voice sound angelic.
"Do you ever feel like running away? Just suddenly leaving. No note, no warning. Just getting your shit, and leaving?" Zoro paused as he anxiously drummed his fingers against the window seal. He looked out of place with his head held low and his Adam's apple bobbing uneasily. After a shaking breathe as if debating internally and finally came to a conclusion. He finally met my gaze his eyes soft and full of pain as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"So no, I haven't felt alright in a very long time."
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AN~ shrivel up in pain! And go read mugiwara High to feel betterWear heelies to escape the feelies!!!
Ok but vote yas or nah on the new cover, you woundnt hurt my feeling if u say no. I want to know which cover u guys like better!!!
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