“It's no use to stop me.” The young man seems to notice oda's movement. He says with his eyes looking forward, “No one can go against the Port Mafia. And no one in the Port Mafia can go against me. In other words, no one can whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!??”

He is pulled backwards.

Oda wraps him with a bed sheet and lift him up. He then twist the two ends to close it. Like a candy wrapping paper. Then Oda turns him upside down and carry him back.

“It hurts it hurts it hurts! My wounds are opening! What the hell are you doing, you blockhead. You want to be killed?”

“I don’t want to be killed. But I don’t want to let you die either. If you go out in this state, you will definitely die. Just make up a death story without me in it when you get better.”

Oda puts him down on the bed and open the pack. Oda brings in a big towel and wraps it around his arms, which are crossed in front of his chest, altogether with his torso. Oda takes the decorative cord from the door way to bind his legs together and tie the ends to the metal fittings of the bed. Oda raises the pillows, changed the blanket into a new one, and open the window to let the fresh air in.

“For the time being, until your wounds have healed, I will have you stay like that.”