Chapter 3
(I'm Not Okay – I Promise)
Author's P.O.V
It had been three days since the Strawhats chef had awoken to find a familiar green haired nakama awake in the early hours of the morning, and the reason for his unusual insomnia was still a mystery. By know the rest of the crew had noticed his unusual change in behaviour he'd barley touched his food recently. And when anyone asked him if anything was bothering him, they would always receive one of two answers.
'I don't want to talk about it' Or
'I'm fine, your just imagining things'
There was no particular reason for Zoro standing at the bow of the ship. Although he found the smell of the ocean and the fresh, crisp breeze was stronger at the bow, he could find comfort almost anywhere else on the sunny. Still, he chose to continue occupying the spot he was currently vacating.
Even late at night when Nami had finished mapping the ships next course, or Franky had retired to the bunks after a late night, Zoro could still be seen standing in the same spot, with the same troubled look on his face.
Surprisingly, the swordsman seemed more . . . approachable than usual. The fact he had no spoken much in three days made him seem more friendly and mallow. And defiantly less argumentative.
The one thing that worried his crew the most was not the fact he was incredibly pale. And it was obvious that had had not been sleeping correctly. It was the fact he had not picked an argument with Sanji in those three days.
Either this was a sign of the apocalypse, or something was on his mind.
But he'd be fine, right? Zoro was a tough guy after all.
How wrong they were. . .
Zoro's P.O.V
It was day four, and there was still no change.
Or so everyone thought.
The day had gone by pretty much the same as any other, until Zoro began to feel dizzy and exhausted. He blamed it on lack of sleep and pushed his thoughts aside, until things got worse.
Man I feel rough. I bet it was that shitty cooks cooking . . . so tired . . .
Suddenly, he couldn't breathe. Trying to resist the urge to panic, Zoro focused on trying to take long, deep breaths.
His lungs felt almost as if they were on fire, making it even harder to concentrate on his breathing. If that wasn't bad enough, bone shaking coughs now erupted from his weakened chest. The thought of breathing now seemed almost impossible. In a desperate attempt to feed his oxygen starved lungs, he clutched his chest with as much strength as he could muster, hoping to relieve some pain. Unfortunately it didn't.
Without warning, his legs gave way. Using one hand to pressurise his lungs, his right arm was wrapped around his upper body, the other tightly grasping one side of the boat. Zoro made a forlorn attempt to steady himself and stay upright. But by now he was tiering quickly.
Sweat poured down his face, and drenched his torso.
All that could now be heard was a deafening screech across the deck of the sunny.
'ZORO!'
A very worried captain frantically dashed over towards the swordsman, fear eminent in his eyes. By now the commotion had caused the rest of Luffy's nakama to see what all the fuss was about.
After glimpsing at his best friends worried expression, his fatigue made him wonder;
This is just a dream . . . I'm gunna be okay . . . right?
AUTHOR'S NOTE
This chapter is a lot shorter than I was hoping it to be, I was going to wait until I had written more but I really wanted to update. I really think my chapters should be a lot longer before I post them, but this seemed like a good place to end momentarily xD
Hopefully no mistakes =D, and any tips or opinions would be gratefully received.
