Ghost. {Sabo x Reader}

The Doctor.

"Ow!"

"Sorry about that, yoi." The blonde kneeling down before you calmly murmurs, his touch is gentle as he takes off your shoe, attempting to get a better look at your wounded foot but despite his carefulness, it still hurts like crazy. 

Your teeth digging into your index finger as the pain throbs throughout your limb and causes your body to wince and squirm in discomfort. 

I have regrets!

On another note, you were surprised by Marco's appearance, he looks the exact same as he did in the photograph you found; his hair is still a youthful strawberry blonde colour, there's not one wrinkle on his face, a genuine and admittedly rather cute smile on his lips and half-lidded, possibly tired eyes.

If you weren't so injured in this moment, you'd probably be asking yourself if these boys all made a deal with the devil in order to keep their good looks regardless of their ages and circumstances.

Hell, the brother who has the biggest effect on your heartstrings is a ghost for crying out loud.

"What caused this?" The blonde questions as he slips his glasses on, attempting to get a clearer look at your foot while being careful not to touch any of the large purple swelling in the process. 

"She got excited and kicked the table." 

Yes, thank you for that, Ace!

"I told pops those things were a hazard when he first bought them." Thatch sighs from beside the raven-haired brother, seemingly clicking away on his phone. "There, we have new ones on the way. As an apology for our bad judgement in computer desks, we'd like to give you a discount on what you came here to buy originally, 25% off."

An apology or hush money, I wonder.

Not that you'd sue them regardless, you did this to yourself on purpose after all. 

"It would seem you've fractured your big toe and forefoot, I'm afraid." Marco voices before you have the chance to thank Thatch for his consideration, your gaze trailing back to the blonde as he inspects your injury with a small frown etched into his features. "You must have hit the table with a lot of force, were you really that excited by a sofa?" 

Yep, he definitely thinks I'm an idiot now.

"Something like that." Your voice is essentially a hiss as the blonde carefully places your foot back on the rest, reaching for a walkie talkie-like device attached to his shirt and pressing a button on it. 

What follows is the male seemingly talking gibberish that you don't understand into the contraption, the only part you manage to catch is; "Patient is unfit to drive and will need an ambulance." 

The words causing your eyes to fall shut in complete and utter frustration as you slump back in your seat, a deep pout plastered across your features as you ask yourself how you got into such a situation to begin with.

All so you could meet the brother who's a doctor. 

The things I'm willing to do for a ghost...a handsome ghost, but still a ghost nonetheless.

"Alright," Marco chimes with a smile as he releases the button of his walkie talkie, his attention seemingly focused back on you as he rests a supportive hand upon your shoulder. "We'll be taking you to the hospital for a thorough examination, from there we'll decide whether or not you'll need a cast but usually in these cases, we'd suggest the RICE treatment."

The what?

"Marco, in english, please." Thatch voices calmly, earning your silent gratitude as the blonde obediently nods his head in understanding, you're admittedly rather glad that you're not the only one left baffled by his words. 

"The RICE treatment basically stands for rest, ice, compression and elevation. It's your best friend when dealing with breakages." The doctor cheerfully explains with a calming smile, immediately managing to reassure you.

Well, that sounds a lot less scary than the things I was imagining. 

You had thought you'd have to leave your foot dipped in rice overnight or something for a moment there.

"Do you have anybody to care for you back at home?" Thatch thoughtfully questions as his gaze rests on your small frame, triggering your brain to backfire and a disgruntled 'Uh-urm' to blurt from your throat.

Damn, it isn't like I can tell them that their deceased brother will take care of me!

"We could call somebody for you if not, yoi."

"N-No thank you, I have a friend who lives...close-by."

Phew, nice save.

"You mean Dracule Mihawk is your friend?" Thatch murmurs quizzically, his voice filled with both surprise and even a bit of doubt as he raises a curious brow. "I didn't think that man liked anybody."

Who is he talking about?

"Huh? Where does she live?" Ace chimes in before giving you a chance to speak, his onyx eyes filled with surprise and anxiety as he stares up at his older sibling. "Is it...?"

"Where do you think? Mihawk only has one house anywhere near him and it was recently for sale." 

You're still quite puzzled as you watch the two speak back and forth, you've seen a big house in the distance from your own property but it's not necessarily close so you'd assume that belongs to this 'Mihawk' person. 

However, you're still unsure as to why it would be such a shock for you to be friend's with them.

Please don't tell me I've moved in near a serial killer or something...

"Will you two be quiet yoi? I'm trying to listen out for sirens." 

"Then go outside!"

"Ace, don't yell in front of a customer."

I mean, seeing someone shout would be the least of my worries right now.