It's getting worse.. Much worse.. You had caught a deadly disease about five months ago.. And yet.. You hadn't told anyone. You hadn't told your family - the Strawhats. You just kept it a secret. But. It was getting worser with each day. And now you came to a point where you stood in front of the sink the the bathroom and started to spit out blood. The sink was painted in red and you were lost in thoughts that you didn't even notice soft footsteps approaching. Soon, the bathroom door opened and Chopper peaked inside, immediately spotting the blood dripping from your mouth. The ship's doctor panicked. Before you could stop him, he ran off to tell the others.. Shit..