Sanji sat in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from dinner. It had been a fairly normal dinner, with one exception. Zoro wasn't there. The swordsman had to have his food in the infirmary, doctor's orders. Supposedly, he wasn't healed enough to walk around yet. Which is one reason that Sanji almost dropped the plate he was washing when Zoro appeared right next to him. "Oi! Marimo!" Sanji yelled, taken off-guard by his sudden appearance.
Zoro's face was blank for a few moments before he realized what had happened. "Oh. I ended up in the kitchen?"
Sanji rolled his eyes. "Yes, idiot. You're in the kitchen. Where did you think you were?"
"My training room."
"Idiot! That's on the other side of the ship! Has that injury made your sense of direction even crappier? "
Zoro's hand twitched. "SHUT UP, DAMN COOK!"
"IDIOT MARIMO!"
The noise soon brought people, among which was Chopper. Changed into heavy point, he picked up Zoro, who let off a string of curses in response, and took him back to the infirmary, setting the struggling marimo into the cot. "Zoro, please. You need time to heal."
Zoro just sighed, which surprised Chopper. Usually, he would be arguing about how he was fine, and didn't need any more time here. He decided to not push his luck, however, and moved towards the doorway.
"Chopper."
Zoro's voice was soft. Never a good sign. "Is there…" He began, hesitantly. "Is there any chance that I'll get my sight back?"
Chopper had been hoping to avoid this. "Yes. There is." Seeing the hope on the injured man's face, he quickly added "But I'll have to warn you, it's unlikely." He didn't want Zoro's hopes too high on that matter.
Zoro sighed again. "So basically, you're saying I ought to get used to this?"
Chopper simply replied "Yes," Before he walked out the door.
Zoro gave a huff of frustration and fell back on his pillow. He certainly didn't want to be stuck here. Although he began to wonder… Could he be a swordsman when he was blind? He scoffed at himself. The idea was ridiculous! But… What else could he do? A swordsman was who he was. His swords were a part of him, who he was… and now it was all gone. He gripped the sheets tightly as he willed himself to not think about that, but his mind continued, unbidden. He was useless now. Would his nakama still want him on board even if he was useless? He chuckled to himself derisively. No, that was a stupid thought. Of course they'd want him. But whether he could stay or not… That was another matter. Zoro steeled his resolve. Next island, he'd find a way to get himself off ship. And then he'd just try to… get lost. As much as he hated to admit it, it was something he never had much trouble with. Blinded… it should be even less of an issue. He laid back in his cot and laughed hopelessly until he passed out from exhaustion.