Law had fallen sick.

The Surgeon of Feath, the Captain and lead doctor of the Heart pirates - had fallen sick.

A simple fever had taken him down. He had diagnosed an infection easily from a large wound on his shoulder, as the stitches there had fallen out of place. He needed stronger sutures, he thought.

Sweat dripped down his brow as he lay in the clean bed. His body felt unbearable and his hair seemed dirty. He swore to himself to take a shower after this was over.

His yukata was off to the side and he stayed there in a simple white vest and shorts.

Law's eyebrows knitted together in discomfort as a large wave gently rocked their submarine and interrupted his thoughts.

He sighed and tried to settle down again but someone opened up the door and walked into the room with a fresh batch of ice packs - you. His eyes followed your every movement, mindlessly wondering where Bepo was.