[Let's Play Doctor]

Summary: LAW X OC. Yumei, a dancer running from the men that her boss sold her to, hides on the first ship she sees—too bad it's the Pirate ship of Trafalgar Law, the notorious "Surgeon of Death." What will she do when she realizes that he is a doctor, something she fears the most?

Genre: Romance

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, only my OCs

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, alerted, and favorited. Makes meh a happy author! I have to say, the reason that it took me so long to post this was because of lack of inspiration, which, by the way, comes to me at the weirdest of times. Like after just getting out of the shower. It was like BAM inspiration! Luckily I had my phone nearby so I just texted myself what I had in my head at the time until I could get to a compy. Jeez. I'm so weird. XD

This is the longest chapter ever! 20 pages! I am so proud! Enjoy~!

CHAPTER 10

It had been a few days since the young dancer had intruded upon the Heart Pirates' submarine and they had yet to surface. This, coupled with her sleepless nights that were a courtesy of the most recent nightmare, made those few days hellish for her and made Yumei a bit stir crazy. It didn't help that she had been woken from that horrible night terror in the most frightening of manners—although really, she wasn't sure whether she should curse the Dark Doctor or thank him. Probably both. He had pulled her from her fitful slumber after all, although scaring her half to death afterwards did more hurt than good; at least, that was how she saw it. And then the man's insistence on harassing her every chance he got, which often included going out of his way to do so, really was not helping her current state of mind. The past that was replayed in her dreams was one thing, but the present? That was very tangible and real where she was standing, which happened to be in close proximity to her current nightmare that, coincidentally, wasn't a dream at all, however much she wished him to be.

It was true that the Heart Pirates had been nothing but kind to her since she was discovered (at least in a manner of speaking and if one would discount the "bear attack" and the captain's constant harassment and Penguin and Shachi's harmless flirting… So maybe there were several not so courteous incidents, but that was beside the point—the crew was taking everything in good stride considering the circumstances. Although the flirting did incite great discomfort in the dancer since a certain blonde mechanic tended to get jealous over the attention Yumei was receiving from one penguin-hatted individual and she was afraid that the jealousy would ruin what little semblance of friendship she and the girl had.). However courteous the pirates were being, Yumei still felt a great discontentment around them, most specifically their captain, Trafalgar Law, the so called "Dark Doctor." He didn't do anything per say (admittedly other than the harassment, which may—or may not—have been needed to be taken as threatening to her person). Most of her fear was rooted in the air he held about him, which she aptly deducted as psychotic and dangerous (and if she had bothered to look any deeper, exciting). This air, coupled with the haughty grin that was usually present upon his face, made her wary (and rightfully so, for the doctor was surely not one to be trifled with). He almost reminded her of that man, with the stench of disinfectant and latex hanging about him—the scent that could only be equated with another person's misery.

While there hadn't been anymore late night incidents the last few days (meaning he wasn't startled from his sleep in the middle of the night), Law was beginning to suspect that the dancer hadn't been sleeping, if the bags under her eyes and the slowed reaction to his harassment were any indication. Not that he had room to talk—he always seemed to have bags under his eyes from lack of sleep as well. Not that he really meant for that to happen, but he tended to stay up half the night reading up on new medical findings and whatnot and his serious case of insomnia didn't really help matters. He found that reading was a better way to occupy his mind than to just lay in bed and let his mind wander, although that did have its merits from time to time as well. However, he did sleep at night, albeit not a whole lot. That wasn't the point though. It seemed as though it was easier to startle her than before (if that were possible). He could hardly harass her if she was constantly running away from him and avoiding him more than she usually did. It was beginning to become rather annoying and was really threatening to kill his fun. Tired of this game, he decided to confront her about it at breakfast where it would be harder for her to escape since she had a duty to perform.

"Miss Yumei," Law purred to the woman from behind the island counter. She jumped a little, but didn't turn from what she was doing at the stove, probably hoping that he would go away if she pretended that she hadn't just heard him. He chuckled under his breath; he wouldn't make it so easy on her.

Waiting a minute for her to get used to his presence—it wouldn't do for her to run away now—and to give her a false sense of hope that he might have decided to leave her alone, the Dark Doctor approached her slowly from behind. However, before he could get too close to her, she turned around, a plate full of pancakes in hand. She seemed to have steeled herself over for his harassment this time because the only sign she showed of being the least bit startled by his presence was the white knuckled hold she had on the hefty looking dish in her hand. His continued approach was more cautious than before after she turned around because with the way her behavior was progressing these last few days, she was liable to try and smack him upside the head with the plate full of hot food.

"Miss Yumei," he addressed her again when he was standing in front of her, succeeding in getting her to actually look up at him. He thought he saw her glare up at him in annoyance or maybe concealed fear, however, if she had, it had come as quickly as it had gone with no trace of it on her face now—her face held a schooled expression that reflected an indifference he was confident that she did not feel. It didn't really matter if she had glared at him anyway—it wasn't as though such a thing could deter him to begin with.

Knowing that it bothered her, Law stepped into the woman's personal space, which caused her to back up and nearly bump into the still hot stove. Not wanting the dancer's lovely skin to be marred because of him—likely due to the fact that he would ultimately be the one to treat the wound and such an incident would only serve to have the girl distance herself further from him, he grabbed her elbow and steered her to the side so that she would bump into the counter instead, which he noted, was covered in a fine sheen of what appeared to be flour.

He was grinning, of course, as he crowded her against the kitchen counter, using his body as a wall to prevent her escape. The plate stacked with pancakes stopped him from getting too much further into her personal space, but with his arms on either side of her resting on the counter, she was essentially caged. Her sleep befuddled mind was easily distracted by his scent however, which didn't carry such a heavy reminder of his profession this morning. He smelled of a freshness that only comes with soap with a hint of spice that was tantalizing to her senses. That's when she noticed that his hat was absent from his head this morning which let her see his rich dark hair that appeared to be still damp—he must have just gotten out of the shower, explaining the fresh soapy smell that she loved; it was a clean smell, but not a nauseating one. A smell that had always helped wash away the scent of blood and whatever else that permeated her skin after she was with him. It was one of the few comforts she had when she was younger.

He dragged one finger languidly across the top of the counter before he brought the appendage up between the two of them so he could examine the substance that clung to it. "Messy, aren't we Miss Yumei?" Though her mind was muddled from lack of sleep and his scent, she could still discern his almost condescending tone that was most likely intended to tease her. This caused her to snap out of the trance-like state that he seemed to have put her in.

"I'll clean it up after breakfast," she mumbled in reply.

"That's not the real issue, though, is it, Miss Yumei?" He stated more than asked as he rested he hand back on the counter. Even to Yumei's sleep deprived mind, the way he said her name sounded like an insult. Though one calling an unmarried woman 'miss' might denote some sort of respect, the way he was saying it clearly said otherwise. "Have you been sleeping well these past few days?" he continued. Obviously what he really meant was, "you haven't been sleeping these past few days, have you?" but Yumei's mind was either too foggy from lack of sleep to notice what was implicitly being asked (or rather stated) or she just chose to ignore it altogether. Law, of course, couldn't really be sure which was the case with her. Not that it mattered; he figured that she would lie anyway.

"Just fine," she airily lied, hoping that the man would back off so that she could serve breakfast. He just hummed at that before sauntering away, clearly indicating that he did not believe her in the slightest. Bastard. Why couldn't he just leave her alone in the first place?

0*0*0*0

By the following day, the whole crew had begun to notice the change in the dancer.

"Captain?" Kira tentatively addressed him before dinner with the rest of the crew behind her. "I'm kind of worried about Yumei-nee... She's been acting... err... strange."

The other members of the crew nodded in agreement behind her. Before the short mechanic could say anything else, Shachi interjected, "She's freaking nuts! I was in the bathroom doing my business when she just walks in mumbling to herself about Roger knows what! Like I wasn't there! Then all of a sudden she turns around and stares at me like there's something wrong with me being there. She was the one that walked in on me! Then she started saying all of this weird, creepy shit about how I shouldn't be in there and that if "he" found out I would get hurt. After she left, I went and searched the ship with Bepo and Penguin to see if there was an intruder, but there was no one! I don't even know who she was talking about! She is crazy! Captain, you have to do something! The way she was talking scared the hell out of me! I've been scared to go the bathroom since she did that!"

"Your performance anxiety aside," Law interrupted the ginger haired man before he could continue the rant that was sure to only become increasingly more dramatic.

"I-I don't have performance anxiety!" The man cried. His captain just chuckled darkly at his fierce denial before wisely choosing to ignore him.

"What other behaviors have you noticed?" he addressed the other members of the crew. The doctor was already confident that he knew what the issue was, but he was curious to hear about the woman's sleep deprived antics.

Kira pursed her lips, "Well... She is just seems kind of distracted and generally confused. Right before we came in here, she had wandered into the engine room. I tried to talk to her when I realized she was there—I was doing some maintenance, so I didn't notice her at first. I had to call her name several times to get her attention; it was like she was too distracted to notice me at first and then when she did, it was like she didn't know where we were or who I was. But that seemed to pass quickly when she had a spell of dizziness and almost fell over. I offered to help her, but she just snapped at me. That's when I followed her in here…" She allowed her eyes to drift over to where the brunette was standing in the kitchen—presumably preparing dinner.

"Just figures that as soon as we get an actual attractive female on the ship that she's freaking psycho," Shachi mumbled to himself, his hands in his pockets while he kicked at the ground with the toe of his boot. The short-tempered blonde glared at him for the indirect insult before his shins got reacquainted with the fury of the steel toed boots she was wearing. He cried out in agony (the midget could really do some damage) and fell to the ground already abandoned by his comrades who left him to fend off the enraged girl glaring down at him with her arms crossed in front of her chest by himself. 'Traitors!' he thought as he pathetically tried to drag his battered body away from the threat, but it was in vain—Kira descended on him like a bird of prey, his choked pleas for help falling on deaf ears.

Ignoring Shachi's plight (which he had brought upon himself), Law continued his inquiry on the dancer's abnormal behavior.

"Captain," Penguin started, trying his best not to look directly at victim or the assailant of the current altercation taking place—looking into either would spell out his death. The former might compel him to actually help his friend, but no way in hell was he going to do that—he quite liked his parts arranged as they already were. If he did the latter? Looking into the eyes of the sadistic beast torturing his friend whose blind fury rivaled that of the captain's… He didn't even want to think of the horrors that occurred the last time he tried to help. He shivered at that. Never. Again. It wasn't that Kira was a bad person per say… She just had a bad temper. And Shachi had a way of bringing out the worst in her.

"I know that we don't exactly know her very well, her only being with us for a few days and all, but it seems to me that she wouldn't be the clumsy type—she has been tripping and running into things a lot. I mean, with her profession and all, tripping over air would be a little…" Penguin continued after he had gotten Law's attention. Bepo nodded in agreement from beside him.

Law shifted his gaze from his penguin-hatted crew member to the jumpsuit wearing bear, "Bepo?"

"Aye captain!" he just looked pointedly at the polar bear, silently asking him to give him any other information.

A look of realization crossed his furry features as it dawned on him what his captain was waiting for. "Fear, captain!" was all the bear said.

In response to this, Law curiously raised an eyebrow, "Fear?"

The white furry being continued on with an explanation, "That's what I smell. Well, sometimes. Like when she is around you, especially after you have been in the infirmary all day. And then when I get too close to her." He looked a bit depressed with that statement. "It is because of the way I look isn't it?" His tone started to take on a hysterical tone at that, so Law figured that he should calm him before he went off on a tangent and cried or something.

"When else?" He prodded.

Getting a hold of himself, he answered. "She really reeked of it when she had that bad dream that woke everyone up a few nights ago. It was bad captain." Law pondered that. What was the mysterious dancer hiding? Before he could think more on that, Bepo added, "There have been times that I have noticed the smell when no one else was around too. At least these last few days. She doesn't really move when that happens, like she is frozen; she doesn't even breathe. I am pretty sure that it wasn't because of me because I don't even think that she noticed that I was there at the time."

"What about that other smell?" The Dark Doctor inquired.

The bear-like beasty looked confused for a moment before the subject that his captain was inquiring about dawned on him. "It's always there. It doesn't go away—it seems like a natural part of her scent, but I've never smelled a human that smelled like that before."

"You've smelled other things that had that scent before?"

He looked thoughtful, "Yeah, but I can't remember what."

"But she is human?"

Bepo started to nod his head, then stopped. He looked thoughtful before shrugging.

'How intriguing.' He mused, wide grin on his face in place. 'Human, but not, eh?'

0*0*0*0

Yumei was oblivious to everything that was going on around her—she didn't even notice that anyone else had entered the galley, let alone that they were talking about her recent actions. She was just having enough trouble trying to concentrate on making dinner—paying attention to anything else would prove to be difficult. Although, it was harder to cook than it usually was. She was dizzy and she swore that she had only picked up one spoon earlier to stir whatever it was she had put into the big pot on the stove. What was in there she couldn't remember, but… Wait, what was she doing again? She noticed that she was holding something and looked to see what she was holding in her hand. It looked like three spoons. She vaguely wondered if they were supposed to help her remember something. What she wasn't exactly sure… She shrugged and turned around to leave the stove top. She didn't get far, however.

"What are you making?" Law asked as he prevented her from moving further away from the stove.

She blinked up at him in confusion. 'Making?' Had she been making something?

Noticing her blank stare, Law looked over her shoulder to see for himself. It looked edible…He sure hoped that it tasted that way—he was famished and, to be honest, she looked as though she were thinking too hard about his question, which couldn't be a good sign for the meal.

"Was I making something?" She asked out loud. Definitely not a good sign for the food that they were supposed to eat.

Instead of answering her, he put his hands on her shoulders to turn her around so that she could see for herself when she brought up her hand and hit him in the face with whatever was in it. The whole room got quiet. Frankly, Trafalgar Law, himself was shocked. Had she just smacked him in the face with a spoon? He looked down to refute or confirm this. Yes, it was, indeed, a spoon. A wooden one to be exact. The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Miss Yumei—"

He was interrupted. "Don't call me that!" She huffed at him. She was acting like a child. Although, he had to admit, it was kind of cute the way she puffed out her cheeks and silently fumed at him.

"Then what should I call you?" He hummed to her, slightly annoyed at the demand. She wasn't the captain of this vessel. He was, for a reason. He didn't take direction from others well. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted—on a whim. She was just an exotic dancer from some island that, to her misfortune, happened to end up on his ship.

"My name!" She glared up at him. It was comical, really. She barely came up to his shoulders and yet she was trying to give him orders.

Having had it with her demands, Law narrowed his eyes on her and forced her to back up into the counter. He grinned maniacally. Wasn't this déjà vu?

She tried to smack him with the spoon again, but he grabbed her wrist before it could make contact. "I am calling you by your name," he hissed in her ear.

Her anger was not deterred by his scare tactics, however. "No you aren't!" She growled in turn. "You keep calling me 'Miss Yumei'! While the words themselves aren't rude, the way you keep saying them is!" He had to laugh at that, really. It was true that he always added the honorific in a sarcastic manner because, honestly, though he used the term denoting respect, he hardly meant it that way. He more or less used the words as a taunt. And if it bothered her so much, then clearly it was working, but, of course, he already knew that. Seeing the dancer react this way though… Priceless.

Kira had long since finished beating Shachi to a bloody pulp on the floor to teach him a lesson when Yumei had smacked her captain in the face. Admittedly, it was funny and Kira held in her laughter with every ounce of will power she had because hitting the captain, particularly the accurately named Surgeon of Death—pirate captain of the Heart Pirates—was a big no-no. And then when the woman who she first thought of as the enemy yelled at him, she cringed. The captain detested people telling him what to do. Unequivocally hated it. It made him seethe with a lot of deep seated anger. So when he completely crowded the dancer yet again, she panicked a little. Okay. A lot. Trafalgar Law would absolutely not take being talked to that way, but when he started to laugh, in a way that wasn't exactly dark or completely terrifying, she let out the breath she had been holding. Good thing the dancer was more interesting than the captain's urge to kill anything or anyone who tried to order him around; otherwise she might have been murdered already. However, Kiramai wasn't exactly sure how long that would last.

As sudden as the laughing started, it had stopped. Something was wrong. The blonde really hoped that it wasn't because her captain decided to change his mind and commit a homicide in the kitchen.

Law noticed the change as soon as the voluptuous dancer looked away from him. She went from angry enough to hit him to terrified within seconds. It was easy to read from the expressions crossing her facial features—just another thing to indicate that there was, in fact, a problem. She always tried to keep a schooled face on (though it didn't always work out that way). Her breathing hitched after she held it for a minute when the tremors sank in. He suspected that she was hallucinating—her eyes were unfocused, constantly shifting around what she could see of the room. She attempted to struggle out of the grip that he still had on her arm. "Please, just let go of me," Her voice bordered on desperation, so he decided to humor her. After he let go, she quickly tugged her arm back and hugged herself tight. Although her breathing was ragged, and it sounded as if she were swallowing sobs, he could hear her chanting to herself over and over, trying to calm the panic attack that had already reared its head. "It's okay. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. I'm okay. It's just a hallucination. It has to be," She told herself repeatedly, although not so convincingly.

"This is the last time that I am going to ask you and you will answer me. When was the last time you slept?" He interrupted her self-reassuring chant that was failing miserably. He wanted answers and he was tired of waiting.

She actually decided to grace him with a reply. Wise decision on her part. Although, he didn't think it was intentional. "Since…Four days ago…" She managed to choke out. 'Since that dream,' he realized, granted he figured that was the case with the way she had been acting, which made him sigh in frustration. Despite the fact that she seemed to recall the dream (even if she denied it), Law was sure that what she had experienced was a night terror. And if he was right, and he was confident that he was, then depriving herself of sleep would probably only make things worse.

"You need to sleep." It was more of a command than a statement of fact.

"No. No sleeping." Terror was laced with her words.

Law was becoming annoyed. "Well, you can't stay awake. You are having a panicking and hallucinating now because you haven't slept in days."

She whimpered, but didn't take her eyes from whatever it was that she was seeing. "But sleeping is bad. If I sleep, he'll be there. He always is."

"Who is he?" Maybe he would at least be able to get some information out of this.

"I won't tell."

"Why not?"

"I can't. I won't! Please! I told you I wouldn't tell! I won't! I promise! I won't ever tell anyone again!"

She didn't seem to be talking to him. The hallucination maybe? Either way, she was quickly becoming more and more delirious. He needed to calm her down. Law pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "Is he here now?" trying to be patient. She slowly nodded her head, never taking her eyes away from "him."

"What is he doing?"

He had to strain to hear her whispered response. "Staring at me and smiling."

"Is he talking to you?"

She shook her head. "Just standing there, looking at me."

"Yumei, what else is in the room?"

"I don't know."

"Look around."

It was silent a moment before she answered. She cautiously shifted her eyes from the hallucination. "Fridge," her eyes darted back to the spot the phantom man stood.

"Good. What else?"

She looked next to her. "Stove…Stove," the brunette paused, her hallucination momentarily forgotten. "Stove! The food! It's going to burn! Turn it off quick!" She panicked for a completely different reason now, clumsily trying to turn off the stove top Since Yumei was having such trouble, Law quickly pulled her away from the appliance and turned it off. Unfortunately, he didn't stop her soon enough as she managed to burn her hand.

He heard her hiss in pain before she had a chance to hide the minor injury and grabbed her wrist. Turning the kitchen sink on to a cool temperature, the dark-haired doctor shoved her affected hand under the faucet and held it there (lest she try to escape).

"Kiramai!" He barked to the girl. "Go get the first aid kit!" The petite mechanic nodded and scurried off to do her captain's bidding. Law then shifted his gaze to Penguin, "Finish dinner!" He directed.

Before he could say anything else, the exhausted dancer interjected, "But I can—"

"No you can't." He firmly replied as she struggled from his iron grip that kept her hand under the running water.

"But!"

"No buts! I am the captain of this ship and you will do what I say!" She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off. "'No' means 'no,' woman. Now shut-up and do as I say." The man was beginning to feel exasperated. She was being so stubborn!

Instead of continuing to argue over a losing battle, Yumei bit her lip and took to fiercely glaring at the fist holding her hand under the cool water. She wasn't a child! She could take care of a little burn. It wasn't even that big of a deal!

Not paying any further attention to the once again fuming dancer beside him after she grew quiet, Law looked from Bepo to the pathetic lump on the floor. "Help Shachi to the table, Bepo."

"Aye, captain!" The white bear called before doing what was asked of him, which consisted of him none to gently hefting the man up by the back of his jumpsuit and dropping him in one of the stools at the table.

It was at this point that Kira returned with the first aid kit. Law motioned for her to set it on the dining table and proceeded to drag Yumei from the sink to said table where he forced her to sit in one of the stools bolted to the floor. Sitting next to her, he gently turned her hand so that he could see the burn. Opening the white and red first aid kit, the doctor carefully applied some ointment to the wound and then wrapped it securely with gauze. "You really have a knack for injuring yourself," he commented with his signature grin in place.

"You really have a knack for pissing people off," was her retort. Obviously she was still angry.

He grinned down at her as he stood up to get the first aid kit out of the way and to move to his chair. "Well, I try."

She just turned to face a bowl of the food she made as it was placed in front of her. Kira plopped down on the stool next to hers with a bowl of her own. "Are you alright now, Yumei-nee?"

"I'm fine," she lied wearing a fake smile.

"Do you make a habit of lying to your hosts, Miss Yumei?" Law asked her with mirth in his eyes as he rested his chin in one of his hands, elbow on the table.

She tried to keep her face impassive as she turned to look at the man who called her on the lie. "I am fine," she gritted through her clenched teeth. The way she said it wasn't helping her case, but he pissed her off—he still insisted on using that condescending tone and the honorific.

"No you aren't. You haven't slept in the past four days. You have had several panic attacks, bouts of confusion, and hallucinated. Let's not forget the burn on your hand." He dared her to deny it, it would make victory that much sweeter. She didn't say anything though, so he trekked on. "You need to sleep and quite frankly I can make you. So it's either voluntary or involuntary, but you will do it." He could have mentioned how she would probably have another night terror because of the four days of depriving herself of sleep, but by the look on her face, he was certain that she already knew that.

Her sigh of defeat lifted the awkward silence that had befallen the room. She didn't need to say anything. He knew he had her.

"So…" Shachi poked around at the food with his spoon. "What exactly is this? You didn't poison it did you?" He eyed the woman on the other side of the table suspiciously. After the bathroom incident, he was rather wary of her.

"It's goulash… Is there a reason I should poison your food?"

Shachi poked it around in the bowl some more. "You try it first," he mumbled.

She complied. Even if she was totally out of it when she made it, there was no way that she would poison it… Probably. She took a bite, making sure Shachi saw. He nodded in response before taking a tentative bite himself. His eye brows rose in surprise. It wasn't that bad.

"Where did you learn to make it?" Penguin curiously inquired after eating some as well.

"I travel a lot… so I just picked it up at one of the places I used to work..." she didn't say anything else.

"Where have you been?" Kira asked, genuinely interested.

Yumei tried not to laugh nervously. "A little bit of everywhere I guess. I never tend to stay in one place too long."

This caught Law's attention. "Why all of the travelling?"

"Wanderlust, I suppose." She replied with only a hint of hesitation.

'What a good little liar you are.' He thought to himself.

0*0*0*0

Yumei was mostly silent for the rest of dinner, mulling over the fact that, tonight, she would be sleeping. Whether she like it or not. Occasionally the conversation at the table would shift back to her and her travelling, but she easily changed the subject and deflected attention from herself. She wasn't very hungry and only poked at her food for the most part. That is, until Law noticed and chose to say something to her. She forced herself to eat after that, just so he would leave her alone.

As the end of the meal drew near, Law could tell that the dancer became more and more nervous. Probably at the prospect of sleeping. He grinned. He just thought of a great way to harass her further and entertain him more. "Miss Yumei," he said to her as everyone started to clean off the table. Kira offered to do dishes since the dancer had hurt her hand, so there was no excuse for her to escape. "You have two choices for sleeping arrangements tonight: either I strap you to one of the infirmary tables and forcefully induce sleep or," he continued, watching as her spine stiffened at the thought of the first choice. "You can sleep in my room without the aid of drugs."

"Your room?" Her voice sounded unusually high to her.

"Good choice." He knew she wasn't giving an answer, just merely inquiring about the choice itself, but he couldn't help himself. He was just too entertained at the prospect of either; and giving her a hard time made it so much more satisfying.

"Wait!" She called out to him as he stood from the table. "What do you mean your room? I have one! I will sleep there!"

"No you won't because quite frankly, I do not enjoy being woken up in the middle of the night thinking that one of my crewmates is being murdered. It will be easier to quiet you if you are right beside me than in another room. So take your pick. Infirmary or my bed."

Indecision played across her face. And fear, but he really didn't give a damn. He did not want to go through such a big ordeal in the middle of the night again.

Yumei thought about it. She couldn't just sleep in that man's bed. Next to him. A doctor of all people! And it's not to say that she would even if he wasn't one, but still… And then the infirmary! She couldn't do that either! It made her nauseous just thinking about it. And being strapped down and drugged. Not ever again. There was no way she would do that. It would kill her. What was she supposed to do?

"Make up your mind or I'll do it for you." He urged.

She panicked. What should she do? What should she do? Sleep in his room? In his bed? She couldn't! But… It wasn't that she had anything against him personally (so maybe she was starting to have something against him, but who could blame her with all of the harassment?). But, she didn't trust him, not because he was a pirate, but because she never trusted anyone in general—men in particular and especially never any doctors.

He could be using this as a trap to hurt her and while, yes, he could have done so before, he seemed like the type to toy with his victims first… Crap! She couldn't go into the infirmary though. No. Way. In. Hell. She'd choose the lesser of two evils, but in this case, there wasn't one. Should she take a leap of faith in humanity? In a pirate? Oh God! What the hell was she thinking? Although, it wasn't like there would be much, if anything that he could do to her that hadn't already been done…

"Your room," she sighed sadly, resigned to whatever fate that might befall her.

0*0*0*0

It was awkward. He generously let her use the shower in his room first and gave her a change of clothes that happened to be one of his t-shirts and a pair of his shorts. She was swimming in both.

She stared at the bed for what felt like eternity before she climbed into it. Really it had only been like five minutes because Law was still in the bathroom when she finally did decide to get in between the soft sheets.

A few minutes later, Yumei was still awake. She couldn't sleep. She was nervous. What if that doctor tried something? She shook her head, she couldn't think like that! Because obviously if he did, she wouldn't really be able to escape or defend herself that well…

"You're still awake?" Law asked as he walked out of the bathroom towel drying his dark hair. The tattoos on his arms moved when he flexed his muscles.

"W-where are your clothes!" she sputtered at his naked chest—he was only wearing a pair of shorts, much like the ones he had given her to wear.

"Would you rather I slept completely naked?" He slyly smirked at her.

"N-no!"

"Then don't complain and move over."

"W-why?" She stuttered again.

"Because that is my side of the bed you are on and I am tired. Now move it." He commanded, throwing the towel into the bathroom before climbing into his nice big bed.

Yumei scooted as far away as she could from the half-naked man, which effectively landed her on the edge of the bed. But she didn't care, as long as he stayed where he was.

He turned off the lamp on the table by the bed and sighed. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "What are you doing Yumei?" His voice wasn't so condescending when he said her name this time—he even dropped the honorific that she hated.

"Trying to sleep." She as innocently as she could.

"How can you sleep on the edge of the bed like that? This bed is huge. Come closer." He all but growled.

She barely moved an inch, so he put his arm around her waist with the intention to pull her away from the edge. However, it didn't work out that way as the sudden contact startled the woman and she shoved harshly at his chest. "Let me go!" The movement caused the both of them to topple off of the bed. He would have landed on top of her if she hadn't scrambled out of the way in time.

Righting himself from the position he had fallen in, Law threw back the covers. "Get in the damn bed and sleep."

She squeaked and did as he said when he made a move to grab her.

"I'll be back later," was the last thing he said before he left the room with the slam of his door. She cringed at the loud noise, but didn't say anything. Yumei just tried to settle herself on "her" side of the bed before drifting off for some much needed sleep.