One Piece x Reader

Dr. Feelgood (Law)

The song in the title does not relate to the story at all, just kinda thought it sounded cool :/ but it's by Mötley Crüe

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"Ouch!" She hissed hatefully, "Could you be a little more gentle? I feel like my arm is being ripped off!"

  "You dislocated your shoulder; I'm being as gentle as possible right now." The cold touch of his hands grabbing her bare shoulder tightly had her shivering while she sat stiffly on the operating table. "Now sit still," he demanded.

  Once again he began pushing and rolling her joint while keeping her arm extended in an attempt to make it set itself back in place, but her squirming was making it more difficult than it really needed to be. A few pained whines slipped from the back of her throat as he pushed harder and grew more and more frustrated from her resistance. It was one thing to push a joint back into its socket, but it was another story to do it on someone who kept jerking away.

  "Stop, ow—STOP," She yanked away from his grip with a scowl and held her shoulder protectively, "Can't I have some anesthesia or a pain killer? Why don't you use your devil fruit powers, wouldn't that be easier?"

  He noticed the small tears in the corners of her annoyed glare as he looked down at her, and felt a tiny bit of guilt hit him. For a split second he felt himself caving into her wounded stare. By no means did he enjoy seeing her writhe in pain and if anything he would use his powers in a heartbeat if it meant ending her suffering, but he also wanted to scoff at her overly sensitive behavior. There was no way he would use his powers for someone who was being so whiny over a dislocated shoulder.

  "I will not use expensive anesthesia, or my abilities on such a simple procedure," her eyes narrowed as he stepped away from her and went towards the steel double doors behind her, "But I do know a more effective technique, if you're willing to try it."

  "If it involves me leaving this uncomfortable operating room quicker, then by all means Law, show me." The bit of poison in her tone only encouraged him. Her bitterness was always something he found himself admiring when it showed itself.

  "Alright then," he cracked the door open slightly with a tiny hidden smirk, "Bepo, come here, I need your assistance for a moment." While her fluffy crewmate wandered through the doors, Law was pointing a tattooed finger in her direction, "I want you to lay down on the table and relax your shoulder." Again he demanded, without remorse.

  "S-Sure..." Her teeth gritted together as she carefully lowered herself back onto the rigid metal table while blinking up at the harsh fluorescent light that hung above. Soon Law's towering shadow was looming over her body.

  "What can I do for you Captain?" The tall polar bear quickly went to stand on the other side of the table with knitted eyebrows.

  "Hold her down for me, I can't have her moving around too much," he stated simply while placing his frigid hands on her arm once more and pulling it out straight. "I'm going to pull on your arm, you're going to sit still, and I'm going to reset your damn shoulder."

  She began fighting against his tight grip, "Excuse me—Hey! Ow that hurts!"

  "I'm sorry for this, but it's Captain's orders," She was immediately suffocated by Bepo's fluff when he leaned down against her, forcefully restraining her other arm and torso.

  She ate a mouth full of fur while trying to talk, "Bepo, don't you dare!"

  The searing pain in her shoulder erupted when Law tugged on her arm slowly, forcing her teeth to grit together. A muffled screech exploded from her chest as the friction being created between her bones increased tenfold. The anticipation was high as she waited for the small pop that would free her of her misery, and it wasn't long until that barely audible click happened. Most of the pain had subsided and it was borderline instant bliss for her in that panic-filled moment.

  "All done." The bluntness in his tone contrasted with her labored breathing and red face when Bepo finally pulled away from her. She seethed with hatred when he turned his back on her before she could utter any snide comments.

  "Don't use that shoulder for a while, give it some time to recover." She sat up steadily while listening to his instructions, "I want you to wear this for the time being." An arm sling was carelessly tossed in her lap while he was again standing by her with his arms crossed in a standoffish manner. His yellowy eyes glared down at her expectantly, and she was well aware of what was expected.

  There was a momentary silence until she croaked out, "Thank you..." while slipping her arm into the sling and wrapping it around her neck.

  He rolled his eyes and left her side, "Don't be such a baby next time, and it'll be over faster."

  "I am not a baby!" she scoffed as he left the operating room with a smug grin.