You were the only one who had been injured. A relief, of course, but you were having a hard time looking on the brightside. A lucky shot by a stupid young Marine had ended with a lance through your shoulder. And then the kid went and pulled it out. But it wasn't life threatening, at least.

Zoro has the unfortunate duty of holding your hand while Chopper fixes you up. He sits by the side of the small infirmary bed, wincing and wondering how you could squeeze so hard with your uninjured hand.