At the End of the Alabasta Arc

"They'll all be fine? That's a relief." Nami allowed herself to sigh and sit back in her chair.

"Yes, miss." the elderly Alabastan doctor smiled kindly. "Now may I have a look at those feet of yours? And those knees?"

"Oh, yes. Of course." Nami had, in all honesty, become so caught up in the excitement that she had nearly forgotten that she sported some nasty wounds of her own.

Her eyes traveled over her sleeping nakama. They traveled over the snoring Luffy, who had so valiantly fought Crocodile again and again until he'd finally beaten the villainous Shichibukai. They traveled over Sanji, whose bare chest was wrapped tightly in white bandages to minimize the movement of his broken ribs as his chest gently rose and fell with his breath. Her gaze came to a rest on Zoro, whose broad chest was also bare and also bandaged, though his bandages had already been stained a deep red with his blood. His face, even in sleep, was serious and calm, though every so often he shifted slightly and let out a grunt of pain.

Is he really all right? Nami wondered as the doctor first cleaned her wounds with a stinging antiseptic and then wound bandages around her bleeding feet and knees. I mean, sure, he's been beaten up really bad countless times before- he's even tried to cut his own feet off not too long ago,- but this time it seems like it's worse somehow. As if his life is actually in danger. Oh... I shouldn't have made him carry me all that way, should I? What if it's all my fault that he's like this? He wouldn't die, would he?

"Right then. I think it's best if we all get some sleep." Chopper's voice interrupted Nami's troubled thoughts abruptly.

"Oh, yes. You're right, Chopper." Nami nodded as the Alabastan doctor took his leave, shutting the gaslights off as he went. "We've all been through a lot today."

Especially Zoro and Luffy. Nami thought to herself as she slipped into her bed and shut her eyes, determined to get some sleep.