AN: This is just going to be a series of shorts from prompts I receive to help encourage my writing. I am taking prompts, feel free to PM me or leave one in the review. They can be canon verse or AU and any rating you like. These will all be ZoSan shorts varying on any form of love: romatic, friendship, unrequieted etc. I hope you enjoy them! This first one is from a really old prompt from someone who wanted Zoro as a paramedic to treat Sanji's injuries.

Please do leave prompts! I'll do them all!

It was on days like these that Zoro hated his job. He pushed the man back down firmly onto the tarmac of the road, "Don't try to get up," He said... again. Seriously, this guy was being far too stubborn. He pushed him down again as he made yet another attempt to get up, "Didn't you hear me? I said don't get up."

"But... I have to..." The man said, trying and failing to fight back against Zoro's firm arm. Zoro adjusted the mask around the other's mouth to hold it in place better.

"I'm sure it can wait," Zoro said as soothingly as he could, "Try and breathe for me now. Deep breath in and out... That's it- in... and out..."

Zoro looked down at the sorry state of a man underneath him. Blond hair was matted with blood and two blue eyes were screwed tightly shut as he gasped in oxygen from the steady feed in the mask. Zoro pulled the plastic gloves up further on his hands and reached across himself to take up the neck brace lying next to him. Hit by a van, poor guy. Luckily it wasn't too bad but Zoro was concerned about the knock he'd taken to the head and the obviously fractured wrist and leg. Other than that the blond was fine and, as long as Zoro was able to keep him stable, he'd be able to prevent any life threatening internal bleeding or heammoraging. He called down in a calm, steady voice, "Can you tell me your name?"

He pulled the mask slightly away from his patient's mouth, enabling him to answer.

"S-sanji..."

"Okay Sanji, I want you to keep breathing nice and steady and stay very still. Do not move. It's very important you don't."

"O-okay..." Sanji replied and focused on breathing as Zoro placed the mask back over his mouth.

Opening the brace, Zoro brought it to the blond's neck and paused a moment to say, "This is gonna hurt a little, Sanji. Just keep breathing in and out."

Sanji whined in the back of his throat and Zoro pushed on, slotting the brace under his neck and trying not to jostle him too much. The blond cried out in pain and instinctively tried to move away but Zoro remained firm, keeping the man down as he snapped the supports shut. Zoro tried to comfort him, "It's alright, all over now. We'll get you to the hospital and you'll be fine."

The moment Zoro mentioned the word 'hospital' Sanji seemed to have forgotten his pain and moved, using the momentary surprise he had over the green haired paramedic to sit up, "N-no... I'm fine... Don't need the h-ospital."

Zoro was panicking inside. Was this moron trying to get himself killed?! He kept a composed face though as he tried to make the blond lie back down, "Oi, yes you do. I'm sorry to tell you but that van's done quite a number on you. Now come on, lie down. Don't make me have to sedate you."

Sanji refused to move, "I-I don't want to go..."

"You have to," Zoro said, "You'll only make yourself worse if you don't."

"No," The blond said, almost angrily, "Please, I don't want to. I'm fine."

"Then tell me why."

"What?" The blond looked up at the paramedic's serious face.

"Tell me why you won't go."

"I..." Sanji swallowed, shaking against the pain in his body. His eyes looked downward, head unable to move in the brace he wore, "I don't like hospitals, okay?" He waited for the paramedic to laugh at him but almost flinched at the feeling of the medic's hand on his shoulder. He looked back to see the green haired man smile reassuringly at him.

"No one likes hospitals, Sanji. It's alright to not to. I don't like 'em either."

"You don't?"

"'Course I don't, but they make people better so we all have to go at some point. And if you don't go there you're gonna make yourself worse."

"But-"

"Look, I'll stay with you okay? This is my last shift so I promise I won't leave you."

Zoro felt the blond relax underneath his palm so he gently and subtly began to push him back down.

"You promise?" The blond asked.

"Promise. Now lie down and let me help you," Zoro said, lowering the man back down and placing the oxygen mask back over his mouth, "Good."

"What's your name?" Sanji asked.

"It's Zoro."

"Zoro?"

"Yeah?"

"It really hurts."

"I know. I'll give you some pain relief alright?" Zoro moved to take a morphine injection from his kit and, lifting the blond's hand, inserted it into his bloodstream via the tube he'd put in his hand earlier, "I want you to breathe nice and steady for me again, okay Sanji?"

The blond grunted and finally did as he was told, waiting patiently as Zoro fussed over him before transferring him onto the gurney and strapping him in. Sanji splayed out his uninjured hand and Zoro got the message, taking it into his own and holding it with a comforting warmth.

And, as the doctors and nurses rushed around him upon arrival, Zoro stayed true to his word and never left once. All the while holding Sanji's hand.