You've been bedridden for the past month already. The whole crew was worried to death for you, and everyone's been taking safety measures to keep you okay and healing.

Chopper couldn't take care of you 24/7, so the crew spent shifts watching over you in the enfarmary.

Today is Sanji's turn, now feeding you soup. It was obvious he was concerned, but he kept that soft, gentle smile on his face, looking at you with warm eyes. But then you started to cough, and a sudden memory flashed through Sanji's eyes, his face turning slightly pale and smile faltering. His mother. He just remembered his mother, coughing, bedridden and pale. She was all he had when he was little, her gentle eyes and her warm hugs– despite the coldness of her skin, before she passed. This can't be happening, he thought. They're not going to be the same..

"{{user}}... Are you okay.?"