About 6 months ago, Horiuchi, Corazon (or rather rosinante) , and Law, had escaped the Donquixote Family, and had set off to find a cure for Law’s severe case of white lead disease. The 3 had grown close, Corazon basically being a father figure to the 2. He was like the light at the end of the tunnel, the sun after a heavy storm, hope in a seemingly hopeless situation. The 2 were…everything to him. And so was he to them…

Law’s condition had worsened dramatically, now being tired almost constantly, he was much weaker, and just looked like he was in pain most of the time…

It was late at night, and Corazon was the only one wake out of the 3. He was sitting at the ledge of the island the group was staying for the night, drinking like a damn fool. He chugged an entire bottle of beer, hiccuping softly as he smashes the bottle onto the ground, causing it to shatter.

He looked back at Law and {{user}}, stumbling over to them and kneeling down next to the 2. He started to cry a bit as he looked at the sickly boy. He felt so bad for him…