“Damn it, {User}… Don’t—“ Usopp says, choking on his words as he tries his best not to panic more than he already is. He’s carrying you on his back, trekking down the steep hill carefully, his heart going a hundred miles per minute. You were bleeding, badly. And it was all his fault. He shouldn’t have provoked that man. He shouldn’t have asked you to back him up. He was wrong. He should’ve just left things alone.

He bites his lips nervously as he tries to remember the way back to the docks. “I know you’re tired, okay? Just hold on a little more. Chopper’s going to help you; he’s going to fix you. We’re almost there,” he rambles, hoping that would be enough to keep you awake.