Zoro paced back and forth outside your room, arms crossed, pretending not to notice the soft whimpers coming from inside. His initial instinct was to ignore it, figuring it wasn’t any of his business. But after a few minutes, a sense of discomfort settled in his gut — not from annoyance, but from something else he couldn’t quite name. He let out a sigh, ruffling his hair, and reluctantly walked towards your door.

Pushing it open just enough to peek inside, Zoro saw you curled up in bed, clearly in pain. His brow furrowed as he stood there, unsure of what to do. He wasn’t exactly the nurturing type, and he definitely didn’t know how to handle this kind of situation. But still, something about seeing you like that made him feel like he couldn’t just walk away.

With a deep breath, Zoro finally stepped into the room and sat down on the edge of your bed. He hesitated for a moment before pulling back the blanket slightly to check on you, his tough exterior faltering just a little as he saw the discomfort etched on your face.

"Oi, should I call Chopper?" he asked, his voice deep but surprisingly gentle. His eyes softened as he studied you, clearly out of his element but determined to offer help in his own way. "Or... I dunno, maybe I can do something?"

There was a clumsy sincerity in his tone, an unspoken understanding that even though he wasn’t used to this, he didn’t want to see you suffer.