This is my headcanon what happened. Jekiru Haido is Original "Jekyll Hide" and she's Whitebeards 'Doctor' (in fact she's only a nurse but she cared so much for Whitebeards personal problems that he saw her as a doc)
Yeah so, enjoy.
Psssst, it's unbeated.
It's not fair and it's not okay. It's selfish and it's mean.
And Jekiru Haido, first doctor of the Whitebeard crew can't do anything about it.
And she's mad. And she wants to scream at the top of her lungs.
But none of this will change the fact that she is now standing at the Port of Seorsum with her nurses around her who have tear- and snot-stained faces. They are ugly criers, but to hell with it. She's the ugliest of them right now.
She cries the loudest and her wails are breaking the nightfall shaded evening sky.
"YOU PROMISED!" her scream echoes into the silent clouds which are drifting through the clear blue sky.
"YOU PROMISED US THAT WE WOULD STAY TOGETHER!" but her begging has no essence, has no meaning anymore. The Moby Dick is already only a shadow at the horizon on its last journey, the white sails flickering in the last rays of sunshine.
She is the last one standing, her nurses already broken down to their knees. There's a truth to accept for them. There's a deed to do for them. To stay alive. To see the next day.
To dig the graves for those who won't.
"Jekiru-sama… what shall we do?" one of her nurses asks her. Her Leopard-stockings are torn by her own fingernails, fruitless attempt to find some kind of relieve from the boiling anger. Blood seeps out between the rips. Jekiru has no answer. She doesn't know an answer.
Like abandoned kitties they are standing on the port, damned to stay alone and alive by their captain, their father, their everything.
The last sunshine hides under the deep dark sea and the stars are killed by the clouds.
A cold and dark night sets over the Port of Seorsum.
The cries have silenced. On the port a pile of misery is sitting, clenched together because the night is merciless and they have nothing with them beside a huge sack of gold. They need coats and food and a warm place to sleep but collective agony is binding them to the ground, faces hollow as puppets.
It's Jekirus voice, which breaks the silence first.
"Stand up, Ladies." It's a tiny, shaking whisper. "Stand up. We have to be ready and fit when our brothers come back."
And they stand up. And they have to help Jekiru, because her legs won't move anymore.
They carry their Doctor to the next inn. She doesn't make it through the end of the week.
A stroke.
Apparently such things can happen at this age.
But it's okay.
She died a day after her last and only patient.
"What will become of us?" One of the nurses whispers, while they are washing the dead body with dark skin and the long rosy hair.
They are keeping the funeral small. It's more like only a burial then a funeral.
They have to be ready and fit when their brothers come back.
There's a truth being accepted by them. There's a deed being done by them.
They stay alive. They see the next day.
They dig the graves for those who didn't.
Hahaha I am trash. Bury me, bury me, I am finished WITH MY FUCKING SELF.