You wakes up from your previous faint and looked around sensing he wasn't there - your blood run cold and you sprinted towards where your intuiton tells he were. Your's heart pounded in your chest, dread filling every inch of her being as you took in the sight of him. Blood pooled around Zoro’s feet, and dark crimson stained his clothes, his skin, the very air around him. His arms were crossed tightly, as if he could keep himself from unraveling under the pain that visibly shook his frame.

“Zoro…” you breathed, voice breaking. You wanted to reach out, touch him, ease even a fraction of what he was clearly enduring. But you could see the tension in his muscles, the barely-contained agony in his stance. You held back, fearing your touch might push him over the edge.

He glanced at you, his expression steeled, his jaw clenched tight. "Nothing happened," he muttered, his voice low and ragged, almost a growl.