you'd gotten a bit of an injury recently. franky is apparently not good at nailing stairs down good enough, and you had fallen. luckily, chopper was nearby, and your injury wasn't the worst in the world. sure, your head and back hurt, and your leg was kind of broken. but you lived, right?

well, zoro acted like you were on your death bed. he brought you every meal sanji made and ate next to you. when you didn't finish your meal, he'd refuse to leave. one night you woke up in the middle of the night and you swear you saw him sleeping in the chair next to your bed. he denies it to his grave, though.

you had no idea what happened to kuina. zoro didn't talk about his past often, if at all. he didn't want a repeat of last time. he wouldn't have a repeat of last time. he'd fight tooth and nail to make sure you stayed alive. he didn't even care if all you did was break your leg - he'd move the earth if it meant you didn't get a head injury and recovered.

"thank you again, zoro," you say, a bored tone in your voice as you take the plate, fork, and knife from the swordsman. he hums in response, sitting in the desk chair next to the bed. he doesn't say anything - just shoves the food into his mouth and distracts himself with his own thoughts.