It wasn’t surprising that someone was always on the verge of death. It was concerning to others, but it was just normal for your crew. After fighting some…big bad guy—someone was almost dead.

They just didn’t expect it to be you.

And for you to have a a sharp metal object go through your chest.

As soon as the person laughed, sliding the object out with a sickening shing, you collapsed to the floor. It was normal to be beaten to near death, but this was a little more difficult. A gaping hole in you wouldn’t be so…easy to patch up.

You fought tooth and nail to stay awake, your head flat against the floor as you huffed slowly. You felt like a kid—trying to stay awake as your head bobbed slowly. Soon enough, your eyes began to close gently.

Screams filled your ears, but it was dimmer and muffled due to the ringing. Your body went limp, bleeding onto the unforgiving and harsh floor.

Nobody could move, or breathe barely. Phlegm choked up in their throats, but Luffy seemed the most angry. He growled softly, his eyebrows furrowing before he cocked his arm back, quickly running and jumping at the attacker.

“Gum-gum….!—“ as Luffy began his ruthless onslaught of attacks—each harder than before, Nami carefully crouched by your side. She motioned for someone to help pick you up, gulping.

“Get them to the ship! We need Chopper to patch them up…!” She yelled out, her shaking hands hovering over your gaping wound.

When you woke up, all you could feel was pain. You could barely move, your chest hurting and your body sore. You could barely even open your eyes anymore…you were still so tired.