Shion looked up from where she was holding a large piece of wood steady for Franky and Usopp as Chopper came thundering past. It wasn't often you saw the tiny doctor in a tizzy. "What's going on?" She asked him, they were still doing repairs from the scuffle earlier with a rival pirate crew but as far as she knew none of them had injuries beyond minor scrapes and bruises, so there should be no reason for Chopper to be in such a mood.

"Sanji is too stubborn for his own good." Chopper gruffed as he walked by. Shion watched him go confused as hell.

Zoro snickered. "The Shit Cook's injured his leg. Refuses to let Chopper look at it, insisting it's just a muscle strain." He filled in.

"Oh." Shion said, turning back to her task. Usopp and Franky were grinning down at her. "What's with you?" She asked them

"We got this...why don't you go and see if you can help Chopper out." Usopp offered, grabbing the board.

"Sanji knows his body better than anyone, if he says it's a strain...it's a strain."

"Maybe,' Franky grinned ."But it would be SUPER bad if it wasn't."

"Even if it is...it has to be me why?" Shion asked, getting the feeling she knew what they were doing.

"Because." Usopp grinned. "If any of us try we'll just cause a fight."

Shion huffed, letting go of the board. "Fine." She entered the galley to find Sanji leaning heavily against the counter, obviously favoring his right leg while Nami tried to talk him into letting Chopper take a look at it. If it was anyone but Nami Shion would be jealous of the seductively sweet tone the ship's Navigtor had turned Sanji's way. However Nami was Nami as usually her tactics got results...not today however. Sanji's stubbornness a large testiment to the pain he was in, martial artists were almost as much of a pain in the ass as swordsmen's when it came to injuries, too prideful and stubborn for their own good. Shion knew the feeling well, as a swordman herself she was just as bad.

"Ohhh please Sanji...for me?" Nami batted her eyelashes "Nami my sweet...it really isn't something Chopper needs to worry about. It will work itself out in it's own time." Sanji cooed at her.

Nami saw Shion in the room and turned a mock pout toward Sanji. "Oh fine. I'm just worried about you is all."

Sanji pulled a distraught face. "Now Nami-swan..please don't give me that look."

Nami gave a small sniffle, turning her back. Shion might have burst into laughter at the situation if not for the fact it would undo all Nami had done so far. Sanji's resolve was failing. "I promise if it bothers me tomorrow I'll have Chopper look at it, ok?"

Nami rolled her eyes, well that was as good as she was going to get. "Fine." She huffed and made a show of storming out. "Be that way." She winked as Shion as she passed her. Looks like it was her turn.

"Sanji, Nami is right you really should have it looked at." Shion said Sanji rolled his eyes. "Not you to. I said it's fine."

"I know but it might not be if you leave it."

Sanji moved to the couch in the room, grimacing.

"If nothing else at least get Chopper to give you something for the pain."

"It's fine." The Cook bit out.

"Oh for the love of..." Shion muttered, irritation growing. "Sanji Blackleg if you don't get that checked out right now willingly then you're going to have it done unwillingly." She snapped.

Sanji's other leg shifted in instinct. Shion knew if she'd been any of the male crew members he'd have tried to kick her then. But Sanji did not hit women, it was of his more annoying (yet endearing) traits. "Shion I do not want to fight with you." He tone was warning. "I said it's fine and it's fine." He winced against as he moved.

"That is not fine" Shion gestured to his leg.

"I am not having this argument again." Sanji hissed, not totally in pain. He should have known something was up when Shion then called out to Robin, but by the time his pain addled brain caught up with his ears he was well and truly pinned to the couch by multiple hands thanks or Robin's Devil Fruit power. Chopper stood over him in full doctor mode. Turns out he'd pulled several muscles in his leg including his thigh, groin and calf. His hip was also partly out of place, that one hurt like a son of a bitch when it was put back in. Sanji lay there groaned and cursing his crew.

"Here." Chopper said kindly, feeling back about the amount of extra pain he'd caused..even if it was got a good reason. "take one of these per day for the next couple days." He instructed handing Sanji one to take now. Shion handing him a glass of water, Robin's hands had disappeared once the exam was over. "And here's an ointment for the muscles, use it for one week, twice a day." He produced a bottle of something blue and jelly like. At least it smelled decent. "In two days if there is no improvement or if at anytime it feels like it's getting worse, come see me."

Sanji grumbled but managed a tight smile. "Thanks" he said, meaning it.

Chopper nodded handing the ointment to Shion. "This should go on right away, I'll leave the rest of that to you. Just massage it in like you would for any strained muscle."

"Thanks Chopper." Shion said, joining Sanji as the doctor left. "See now that wasn't so bad was it?" She asked as she smiled down at him.

"For you maybe." Sanji shifted into a sitting position.

"Don't grump." Shion snickered. "You know you needed it."

Sanji pulled his cigarette pack out of his shirt pocket. Patting down for his lighter only to realize it was in his jacket, across the room. Fuck.

Shion went over and got it, knowing what he was looking for. "Here," She tossed it at him. "And while you're at it, get those pants off."

Sanji turned a wide eye to her. "Excuse me?" he asked not sure he heard right.

"Chopper said the first treatment should go on right away." Shion help up the ointment. "So...pants off."

"I can do that myself." he protested

"With the amount of pain you're in I doubt that."At his hesitance she rolled her eyes "I already know you go commando and it's not like I haven't seen it before. Now take them off or I'll call Robin's hands back in here again." She smirked at him. "Unless you prefer I have Zoro or Luffy help me..." she let the threat hang.

Sanji could not get out of his pants quick enough after that threat. He tilted his head back, determined not to look at her down there...between his legs, smoking his cigarette. If he wasn't in so much pain he might have a completely different reaction to the one he was having. Thank God for pain...otherwise this could be embarrassing.