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Summary: Zoro gets sick and Chopper forces him to stay in bed for a whole week.
Bed Ridden
He'd been lifting weights when the world started to spin, and his head hit the deck hard, weights crashing around him. Luffy was the first one to his side, peering down at him from under a straw hat. The swordsman tried to tell his Captain he was fine, but all that came out was a light croaking nose that made his ears hurt.
"Choooooopperrrrrrrr! I think Zoro's sick." The raven yelled, the sound of little hooves rushing towards them. The reindeer doctor put a hand to his forehead, yelping when he pulled it back like he'd been burned.
"You shouldn't be lifting weights with a fever!" Chopper admonished, motioning for Luffy to carry the green haired man inside the ship. After they set Zoro down on the bed, Chopper mixed some medicines together and put them aside for when the swordsman regained consciousness. "Tell Sanji to make some soup for later. Right now Zoro needs some rest." The reindeer huffed, going back to his little desk for his thermometer. Luffy left a second later, yelling Sanji's name at the top of his lungs. A loud crash followed seconds later as the Captain tried to enter the galley and ended up getting kicked.
"How'd I get here?" A gruff voice muttered from behind him, bed springs squealing in protest. Chopper hurried to push the man back onto the bed, shoving the medicine into Zoro's mouth and making him swallow it. "What the hell did you just shove into my mouth, Chopper?" Zoro choked out, touching his throat at the burn yelling like that created.
"You're sick, Zoro! I'm making you stay in bed until you're cold's gone." The reindeer doctor told him sternly, forcing Zoro out of his boots and back into the blankets. The swordsman scowled at Chopper as a thermometer was shoved into his mouth, a few seconds later being taken out and shaken.
"Ahhh! One hundred! You're lucky I got to you in time. No training until you're better!" Chopper walked back over to his desk, furiously crushing something up in his little bowl.
Zoro sneezed.
"I mean it, asshole! No getting up!"
"Fine."
~*~
Chopper wasn't in the sick bay, and Zoro found it to be the perfect opportunity to escape. He was almost to the door when a foot caught him in the face, and he didn't need to look to know who it was.
"Get back on the bed, shitty Marimo. I promised Chopper I would keep an eye on you." The foot pushed him back in the general direction, but he ended up on his ass instead. The medicine Chopper kept shoving down his throat was weakening his reflexes. "I brought you some homemade chicken noodle soup, as requested by your doctor. Eat it all, shithead. You'll feel better quicker."
Sanji set the bowl of soup in Zoro's lap, lighting a cigarette as he took a seat on the bed beside him. The swordsman downed the whole bowl in three minutes, smacking his lips as he handed it back up to the cook.
"Where are my swords?" Zoro asked, lifting himself up and onto the bed. Sanji got up, heading for the door but turning back at the swordsman's question.
"Oh. Yeah, Chopper hid your stuff, just in case." The cook smirked, leaving the sickbay and closing the door behind him. Zoro collapsed back onto the bed, shutting his eyes for a bit of rest. When he woke up a few hours later, Chopper was asleep on the side of his bed.
"Oi, Chopper." Zoro mumbled, his throat feeling less scratchy than it had the other day. He smiled down at Chopper, touching his hat with his hand. Well, it was only five more days. He could stand it.
