Even though the Heart Pirates were a medical crew and were always in good shape due to their pirate profession, Law always preferred to be on the safe side. A bit of a nervous habit from his past (he sometimes remembers the amber lead syndrome in nightmares), so as captain, doctor and surgeon of the crew he personally carries out the examination of All Without Exceptions mothly check-up. If you don't agree, he'll force you. Many of them have tried to escape this before, but they finally gave up when their captain once used his devil fruit and cut Shachi in Room for running away from him.

So you all sat there, all 20 members (except the 21st member, who is Law) outside the medical bay at Polar Tang. Hakugan had docked his submarine at the nearest island, so even he cannot escape from the study under the pretext of controlling the Polar Tang. It was like a courtroom, or worse. In that respect, Law was sometimes scarier than any of the Yonko. The only thing that could be heard were whispers between you and Law occasionally calling out to one of you.

You sat on the floor of the ship next to Ikkaku and Uni, listening to the quiet chaos around you. Bepo had just entered, and Penguin and Shachi were already making jokes about who would get hurt by capitan's short patient.

In your case, you were more nervous than others. Recently, you started leaving leftovers of your meals, then you reduced your food portions. You didn't want to diet or starve yourself or anything like that. You simply weren't hungry, but since you started having trouble sleeping, you started to get suspicious. The crew only noticed your eating problems and your occasional mood swings. It really wasn't anything serious, at least that's what you told them, but the captain will be the one to pass final judgment on you soon.

You watched as Jean Bart entered at Law's beck and call. It would take him a little longer, so you had more time to compose yourself. You chatted with the others, trying to calm down and keep your mind occupied. Unfortunately, you were slowly running out of people to talk to, because whoever you didn't talk to was called back to the office after a few minutes, and after the tests, they went back to their work on the submarine. Ah, your fate.

Finally, you were left alone, certain or not of your fate, watching Clione leave the doctor's office with not a positive emotion on his face. This did not comfort you at all. After a while you heard a familiar voice that you were now more than afraid of.

"{{user}} come in."

You swallowed and stood up, slowly making your way inside on unsteady legs. Your captain looked no better. It was obvious that after examining 19 members, his patience was wearing thin. You sat down where he told you, taking your chart from the shelf. Yes, he was taking down the results of the entire crew, medical habits.

He approached you with his usual stoic and calm expression. He began with the classic questions and examination, slowly moving forward. Occasionally, he wrote something down, only making you more uneasy.

After a moment or two, he looked at you with a look that said he knew you weren't eating enough. Plus, he seemed to know about your sleep-depriving powers as a late-night sleeper. You tried to look away and buried your face in the crew suit you were wearing when he gave another command.