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A/N: Hi guys! Here's another fanfic that came from and idea that came from I don't know where... tell me if you guys like it!
Trafalgar Law had a really good memory, everyone used to tell him that. It was something that he recognized, and even was quite proud of.
But if he had such a good memory, why he couldn't remember anything now?
Maybe because it was hard to even think about anything when you were in a hospital bed, surrounded by people dressed in white, telling you would be alright, but this was something hard to believe, when you raised your hand and could see it drenched in blood.
But when he looked around, he didn't seem to be hurt that bad, so why there was so much blood on his hands?
Law asked this to himself over and over, forcing himself to remember something, anything, that had led to that situation, but nothing came to his mind. At least until a little something happened, a little, single gesture.
When one of the people in white slid the golden, bloody ring from his finger.
It was then that things started to come back to his mind.
That ring... he had bought it some days ago. He bought it on the same day when he asked his boyfriend, in marriage.
He could still remember the moment when he had proposed to him, he could still remember the happiness that he had felt when his love one said yes, when he was literally tackled to the ground, kisses covering his face and I love you's being whispered into his ears. He could swear that he had never felt so happy in his entire life.
It was then that his boyfriend suggested that they should go on a trip together,to celebrate their engagement, and when he saw the excited look on his love's face, he couldn't say no, he just couldn't. So he said yes.
And this was something that he now felt like it was the biggest mistake that he had ever done in his entire life.
He remembered them in his car, his lover turning the radio on, really loud, while singing along with the pop songs that were being played.
He remembered the teen taking his seat belt off, placing his head off through the car window, saying that he had seen something cool that he couldn't remember what it was now, and he remembered telling him to put his head back into the car and put his seat belt on.
He remembered when he saw something coming in their direction at an unbelievable speed, so fast that he almost didn't had the time to turn the wheel to the side, but he managed to do that.
And the result of that wasn't good, it wasn't any good.
Before he could even realize, he could see the world spinning, one time, two times, but it wasn't the world that was spinning, of course it wasn't.
It was his car, and at that moment he couldn't think about anything. Anything but the painful screams that were coming from the person who was beside him, and then he couldn't think about anything else but him.
He couldn't think about anything else but Luffy. His lover, his everything.
And when the world stopped spinning, the first thing that he did was look at his side, and he would never forget what he saw there.
He would never forget it, no matter how hard he tried, because it was the most terrifying thing that he had ever seen.
His lover, his soon to be husband, was hurt, and he wasn't talking about scratches, minor wounds. He was talking about something really bad, and he could tell how bad it was because he was a doctor, he had seen things like that before, and he could feel the utter panic taking over him.
All he could do was screaming into despair, calling out for his lover, knowing that he would have no answer from him, but he kept calling out for him anyway.
He unlocked his seat belt, falling from his seat, and he could barely move, but he managed to take his hand to Luffy's head, pressing it into it, trying to stop the bleeding, while his other hand reached out for his phone, and he didn't know how, but he managed to call the emergency, giving them all the information, all the coordinates so they could reach them.
All he could remember then was the sound of the sirens, the people surrounding the car, taking them from there, taking Luffy away from him, and he still could remember his desperate pleas for them to save his lover's life.
And now there he was, lying on a hospital bed, and the blood on his hands... now he knew from where it came from.
That blood on his hands wasn't his own. It was Luffy's.
And he could feel desperation taking over him again.
"Luffy... Luffy... where's Luffy?" He called out for him, he asked people around him where he was, but they refused to answer him that, only assuring him that he would be all right, but he didn't believe in them.
He knew very well that in those situations, doctors lied. He knew it very well, after all, he was a doctor, and he too had lied.
In desperation, he tried to get up, ignoring the sharp pain that he could feel on almost his whole body, ignoring all the wounds that were quite easy to be seen.
His desperation was so big that he didn't even care about his own wounds, all he cared about now was Luffy.
He needed to see Luffy, he needed to, but no matter how many times he tried to get up from the bed, no matter how much he tried to reach his lover, he just couldn't, not with all the people around him pushing him down, forcing him to stay on the bed.
And when he could feel a thin needle being placed on his skin, he knew that he really wouldn't be able to reach him.
They had sedated him, and he already could feel the effects of it, as he felt his counsciousness starting to fade away, and he cursed those people around him a million of times.
He tried to fight it, he tried to keep his eyes open. He couldn't sleep now, not when he didn't know where Luffy was, but he reached a point when he couldn't keep himself awake anymore.
He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, and before he passed out, he opened his mouth slightly, using the rest of the strength that he had left to call out for the one person that he wanted to desperately see now.
"Luffy..."