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"Kimiko! You need to go to a doctor and get this stitched up" Sarah, a friend of yours told you but you shook your head and clutched the cut on your hip, caused by a pirate that had decided that you would accompany him to his bed. "It looks worse than it is" you pressed out and forced a weak smile on your face, your eyes cast down like always. Alone the thought of doctors, needles and threat caused panic to rise in your throat. "Kimiko!" your friend protested but hell had to freeze over before you would agree to go to a doctor. "I should go home now" you turned around and ran, ignoring Sarah's cries. People were staring at you strangely as you ran passed them, blood running down your body. With every step you felt yourself weaken, the wound was deep and you were loosing quite a lot of blood. The world around you started to blurr and it was hard for you to run in a straight line. Eventually you couldn't go any further and you were forced to stop, placing your arm against the nearest house wall, trying to hold yourself up. Looking down, you could see the blood still oozing out between your wingers, which actually was the last thing you saw before you passed out.
????? P.O.V. You were running through the town, you crew currently was staying. You had left a bar without paying for your food when nearly stumbled over someone laying on the floor. At first you thought it was a drunken guy but when you took a closer look and turned the body around, you found it to be a girl. *Beautiful* was the first thing you thought as you brushed some of the fiery red hair out of her face. She had skin as pail and smooth as porcelain and her features looked like the one of a doll. Your fingers traced over a small scar along her right eyes. A broken doll. Eventually you noticed the deep gash along her hip, which was bleeding heavily, so you quickly lifted her in your arms and carried her as fast as you could towards your crews' ship. As you stormed onto it, some guys of the crew lifted their heads a made some jokes about you having to knock out the woman to get her into bed but you ignored them. "Old man" you said as you stopped in front of the huge male "Ace, who is this woman?" he asked and got up from his throne to take a closer look. "She needs help" you simply replied and Whitebeard nodded "Take her downstairs, the doctor should be there" With a nod, you did exactly this and while the doctor took care of the unknown beauty, you were sent out by him. You walked back upstairs to explain the whole situation to Whitebeard and to make sure that she would be able to stay until she would be healed up completely. After about half an hour the doctor joined you to tell the girl was resting but will be fine, so you all went on with your duties, waiting for her to wake up eventually. Everything was normal until suddenly a terrified scream ripped through the air. Your head shot up and you immediately raced towards the infirmary. It had been the cry of a female and at that time only one woman was on the ship. You burst through the door, followed by some of your comrades, that had followed you. Looking around the room, you found all beds empty but then you heard a silent whimper and when you walked further, you found the girl curled up in one of the corners. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and with her arms she shielding her head and face, which were covered by the hoody of her jacket, pulled deep in her face. She obviously was terrified by something, so you slowly and carefully approached her. "Hey" you whispered softly as you kneeled down but when you touched her gently, she cried out again and tried to get away from you. You stopped her and held her close to you, afraid the she might hurt herself in her current state of mind. "Calm down" you told her gently, yet sternly "We don't mean you any harm. You're save"
Kimiko's P.O.V With groan you woke up again, not knowing what had happened to you or where you were. Slowly you opened your still heavy eyelids but when you saw in what room you were lying, they shot open, wide in horror. Without noticing you had jumped out of the bed and got in a fighting stance, like you were expecting to be attacked every second. You were in some kind of medical room. Everything was white and cold, medical instruments laid on a table beside your bed and the air was filled with the scent of alcohol and disinfectant. Immediately you found yourself thrown back into the worst memory your still young mind held. It washed over you, striking you unprepared and wide open.
