This wasn't sustainable.
The creak signalled the end to his plastic cup, crushed in his stress grip. Gravity was a ten foot truck on his neck, drawing him down to the floor. He needed to find a way to get some actual sleep. He couldn't believe it'd only been two nights.
His hand flexed, plastic shards playing the drums against the table. His skin crawled as the adjacent table of inmates he didn't recognise continued staring.
He was inflicted with a plague of what-ifs. What if he was ambushed in the corridor, attacked in the cafeteria. What if he didn't wake up for light's on. He'd be asleep, dead to the world. Blind and deaf as Doflamingo slit his-.
No.
He stood. Plates were scattered across the tables around him containing food barely touched. He frowned, the irritation sending him to Robin.
Her feminine voice chimed to come in as he knocked.
Blinds pulled closed, only her lamp lit the room, a warm orange blur framing her hunched figure over a laptop.
"Mr Black, what can I do for you?" She asked. Her nails were purple today, pushing back her laptop while smiling politely. Sanji was reminded of his earlier revelation on its sincerity.
The door clicked shut behind him, taking away the bright light of the corridor.
"I shouldn't disturb your excellent work, but I was wondering if I could talk to you about my work assignment?" Her shoulders dropped at his words, bones visibly heavy. He tentatively continued. "I'm a chef by trade, so I could be a bigger asset in the kitchens than in laundry."
"I should have anticipated this. I will certainly look into this for you, see if there's any positions free. I should advise you that changing placements isn't easy. It won't be a quick switch."
"Of course, well the laundry isn't too bad, I will be fine my-" He stuttered quickly at her raised eye, erasing the pet names quickly from his vocabulary.
"That is a shame." Her chin arched, feline like. "Usually to proceed there must be some sort of issue with the current placement."
"Ugh, well-" He tapped his foot. "There's this guy that keeps bothering me." He could definitely milk this Law thing.
"Oh no, I am sorry to hear that. His name?"
"Uh- oh," He gritted his teeth. To snitch or not to snitch. His dream or his peace. He blew out the air he was holding. Heart beating in his ears. "I didn't catch it, Terry?"
"Right, I'll put this through. I do love embellishment. Although, don't anticipate a quick response Mr Black, I'll call you if we get any news."
He took her words to heart, surprised when the next day he was summoned to her office. He stood tall. Numb as he stared into luminous blue eyes.
"I'll never be able to work in the kitchens?" He repeated. How could such a beautiful woman say such a disgusting thing.
Robin cleared her throat, eyes empathetic. "I've been told due to the nature of your offence, it wouldn't be appropriate."
"Not appropriate?"
"You were in the position of chef when you-"
"Stop… Wait. So…I won't be able to cook, ever?" He felt his knees weaken, reaching out for support from the plush chair in front of her desk.
Robin hummed, shutting her laptop with a soft snap to give him her full attention. Her nails were black today emphasising her tan and his horror. "I looked at the policy and we have to automatically find another placement. We might have got round the policy but I spoke to the cooks, and, well. They're just not comfortable having you there. So, I don't think so, no."
Doom rose, spreading like a disease through his chest. He tried to swallow down the sickness, the panic. "Cooking is all I know, all I love". He didn't know who he was without it. "My family are chefs, my friends are chefs." He fell into the chair, knees weak. Pressing firm into the backrest to keep himself upright.
"Sanji. I'm sorry but outside of prison you'll also struggle."
He nodded, keeping the movement short. He tried to breathe deeper, feeling like air wasn't getting through the cloud in his chest.
"My father has a restaurant, would he still be able to hire me?"
"Your father owns the business?" She asked. He nodded. "Well you'd have to declare the nature of your conviction, but he'd be able to hire you so long as you weren't unsupervised."
Small victories. His throat worked to repeatedly swallow, lips trying to curl into something more pleasant for the lady to look at.
He realised then that there would be no All Blue. It had always been too large of a dream, even without all this. Dead before the boat sank. Images of a pristine kitchen flooded, everything he'd worked for lost.
"Thanks Robin," He regretted pursuing this. "I have class."
Doom followed him into class. Unusually the row in front filled up and seemingly allergic to the front half of the room, the balding man who'd glared at him last time was forced closer to him.
"Here for the mints," He said as the man dropped into the chair to his left. His closely shaved grey hair only emphasised his weariness. Sanji smirked. He needed some sort of victory today, even if that was achieved by bullying.
Baldy raised his hand to push him away but froze as it breached the air between them, returning back to the table. "You a straw hat?" He spat.
"Do I look like a hat?" He felt a bit like when the younger kids started making up new words for weed. If he had more energy he might have pretended he understood.
"You are new." Baldy's lips quirked into a nasty sneer "Its Luffy's crew, you know, dumb smile, scar."
"That kid? He really runs a gang?" Out of everyone on his table, he'd have gambled on Zoro or the large blue haired guy. Maybe he was really smart or something.
"Yup, pretty successfully too," his bald head recoiled, stiff to sweep around the rest of the room. "Don't spread that around."
"Sure whatever," Sanji finally opened his textbook. Barely glancing at the text before swinging back "Hey! Why did you think that awful thing about me and Zoro?"
"I've never seen that guy speak to anyone but the Straw hats, so I just assumed, There's also this uh, rumour about you guys, uh, showering together, I dunno man, it just added up."
"The shower? What the fuck! Thats bullshit, I haven't done anything with Zoro in the shower!" Blood rose flooding his veins.
The Marimo and him? He expected disgust, held his breath for the nausea, yet a strange heat erupted sinking low through his stomach. He tried not to, he forcibly thought of literally anything else but the images came regardless. The bright fluorescent lights in the shower room cast down to outline Zoro's wet tight muscles coiled around his own lean frame. rivets of scars, sandpaper across his smooth skin; Something extra to grind against. His bitten nails sinking into Zoro's tight biceps as he arched.
His knee jerked up into the table. Body restarting. No! How many people had heard that rumour and thought, ah, yes, now that is a reasonable thing that could have happened.
He met curious eyes. The row in front were all deeply interested in what they'd just heard. Swiveling in their chairs to look back. Perfect.
"It's cool, it's Prison." Baldy's voice came from the left, breaking his stare. "Look, you find someone who brings you comfort. I mean personally I'd be happy if you fucked him, then someone could calm him down. Guy broke a weight in the courtyard this morning, threw it at-. Well, doesn't matter who he threw it at. Can you tell your boy to chill out?"
"He's not my boy." Sanji snapped, trying to rub the warmth from his cheeks "He actually hates me."
"He does?"
"He does."
"Doflamingo's going to love that."
"Doflamingo?"
"Yeah, the boss heard all kinds of rumours, same as us."
"You're with Doflamingo?" Sanji recoiled. Hands slapping the table.
"You didn't know?"
"No! For god's sake, I didn't know. What the fuck. Why are you not trying to kill me!?"
The grey haired man's mouth opened and closed, "I- I don't know." A red tongue came out to wet his lips, looking down at his textbook. His scowl was back. An earlier mirror of when Sanji had first seen him.
Sanji watched, slowly looking the strange man over, itchy for some sort of conclusion. "What's your name?"
Baldy blinked, scowl flattening to stare back at him. "Ivan." He said after a pause.
"Right." Sanji nodded, looking down at his own book. "Uh, shall we get on with this stuff." He waved down at the questions.
Ivan nodded, sitting very stiffly while lowering his gaze to look at the textbook.
Head arched, he was convinced he'd seen a tall blonde when a rough hand tapped his shoulder.
"Hiya Sanji," It was Koby. His chest heaved while a drop of sweat beading on his temple dragged down into his eye. He raised a clipboard, brown eyes quick across the page. "There's a visitor here for you."
His blood froze. Instinctively backing up. "Send him away."
"Oh you haven't heard who it is, it's your father." Koby wiped his forehead with his palm.
"Please Koby, as I said to Robin, I really don't want visitors, send him away."
Kobys clipboard slowly lowered, owl eyes in place. "Sanji-"
"Thank you Koby." He stepped into the cafeteria, attempting to leave this conversation before he broke out in hives.
"Sanji! He's waiting-"
Fuck off, he thought, barely wrenching the words back from his lips. "Tell him I'm ill or something." He took stiff quick breaths. Hands quick to snatch a plate from the stack and stride away.
Barely observing what he was eating, he collapsed into the hard metal chair.
Zeff's hands were likely retwisting his moustache, hollow leg bouncing against the floor, harsh against the cement. The doctor had told him not to do that, but he was alone with no one there to stop him.
His head dropped, barely caring as he miscalculated, strands of blonde going through what he hoped was gravy. Jagged nails scraped down his cheeks, eyes shut as he tried to think through his grief.
He was supposed to be keeping alert.
Doflamingo was straight in front of his reopened eyes, across the cafeteria but still a terrifying threat. He blinked, trying to remember what face he was supposed to put on. Anger, respect, strength?
Doflamingo leant back on his throne, red lips pulled back to reveal teeth.
His head felt smokey, blurred. He had to leave.
Exiting, he hugged the right wall, ducking to avoid the inmates going into the cafeteria. He turned a corner bumping into a familiar haggard face. the oi fell from his mouth.
"Ohiyo." He cringed. They'd been practising greetings today; it was still in his head.
"Ohiyo," Ivan returned, "I didn't think you paid attention in Japanese class."
"Well, I was trying to tune you out, so." Sanji trailed off. They moved out of the way of inmates pushing past. Adam apples bobbing as silence fell.
Ivan frowned and looked behind for a long second. "Yeah, I need to go." Stood as he was, his hunch was very apparent, Sanji hadn't noticed it before. Bent over with his quick movements. He was very reminiscent of a bug.
"Right, I'm going to head to the library, I need to clear my head." Sanji said
"I'm not supposed to ask but are you doing alright?" Ivan asked.
How bad do I look he wondered. Feeling his frown pull at his cheeks. "Don't worry about me."
Ivan smiled.
Sanji found himself slightly transfixed at the transformation. He looked good, it turned his sharp features away from emaciated into something intentional. Maybe Ivan would be a good person to test everything with, see if the sensation of a beard against his would keep him hard. They got on and he wasn't completely monstrous looking, not pretty either, kinda ugly actually and also in the gang that wanted to kill him, 'Very Romeo and Juliet' Sanji thought to himself, smiling inwardly.
"Hey Iva-." Sanji abruptly stopped talking upon realising the corridor was empty. Ivan had disappeared. Sanji whipped his head around, air puffed from his cheeks at the sight of a rapidly diminishing bald head. Nice
He flicked his tongue against his teeth. A distraction was needed.
Squeak- Rubber on vinyl; his shoes twisted, heading towards where he'd heard the library was. His hands swung to try and shake the frustration. He hadn't picked up a book since he was a teenager, but it wasn't like you could forget how to read
Ivan? Seriously Sanji. Away from temptation he promised himself he would drop it. Not like he should be tempted, he'd compared Ivan to a bug not two minutes ago. Not sexy.
His feet echoed down the corridor, rebounding off the grey walls. He hadn't been down here before. It was an eerie atmosphere after the constant company of genpop. The long fluorescent panel above flicked completely off before jump starting back on.
His back arched to peer into an open door, the lights was on inside revealing green, blue, yellow and red paint splashed across the four walls. Tiny round tables were pushed to the back of the room, leaving a wide open space in the centre. He exhaled quickly as dust flew into his lungs, swallowing to hold back the coughs. This room had been unused for a while, he decided, reading the writing on the chalkboard while clearing his throat. Dusty and damp.
Two sets of shoes echoed from behind from two men blocking the corridor, shoulders touching as their large legs stomped forwards.
Shit. Sanji held his breath, coughing as the itch in his throat became parasitic. Eyes squeezed shut. Anxiety built at the dwindling odds that these were just two men going for a stroll.
The corridor light flicked off. Highlighting two ginormous silhouettes.
His fingers twitched, rubbing together.
Another set of footsteps slapped down from the other end of the corridor. Brilliant. He twisted on his heels.
"Stay right there princess." A voice called.
Wait a minute-.
Sanji's eyes burned as the lights flashed back on, bringing anger into HD.
"Well well, did little old me really bring you out of your nest, Doflamingo?" He'd got the All-stars. Diamante, Doflamingo and Bellamy. shit. shit "shit." He said aloud, lips unable to rein it in.
Diamante stepped in line with Bellamy, leaning back with his hands in his pockets."Ha ha, speak now cupcake, while you still can." He called, The distance between them narrowed to almost reaching distance.
"I'm gonna re-break your jaw if you come any closer." Sanji spat. His neck ached from twisting back and forth. It was as if crickets were under his skin, jumping with hysteria. He shouldn't have come here. He'd never try to read again.
Brain attempting to restart, he backed up into the haunted playroom. Inhaling back in the dust he'd just got out of his system. His hands curled in his pockets. He could fight, he had to push through the exhaustion to a wealth of fighting training, without somehow focusing on the person who'd taught him, the person who he might never see again.
Had he ever actually told his father he loved him? Aired those three words. Zeff must have known, known in the way stubborn suppressed men know.
"HERE'S JOHNNY!" Diamante screamed. Doflamingo's booming laughter ran down the corridor, a incorporeal trigger; the hallway light turned off, abandoning them to darkness.
Now! Sanji kicked low, straight into Diamante's centre.
Diamante grunted, hunching over as Sanji's foot sunk into his stomach. Hands wide to grab at his foot.
He missed, clutching air.
Sanji jumped, other leg still suspended, to kick with his heel, connecting with Diamante's cheek.
Sanji fell into a squat, ready to charge as blood roared in his ears. He'd hoped kicking near an old injury would have earned him some sort of reaction, but Diamante was smiling. Sanji couldn't look away, transfixed on the glee oozing from his pores.
Air rushed past as Bellamy's fist crashed into him. Stubby knuckles grinding into his left cheekbone. Sanji grunted, falling back. He could deal with that, he'd been hit harder.
Everyone underestimated his flexibility. As the lights flicked back on, his leg shot out, vertical, to hit Bellamy under his jaw. Arms unable to protect himself.
Bellamy screamed, blood spurting from his mouth to rain down his chin. Hands abandoning the fight to come and clutch up at his face.
Sanji spent a second too long admiring his work, fatally allowing thin hands to wrap around his waist from behind. His own frantic fingers were quick to try and pry the man off, but their grip was iron.
"Doflamingo now!" It was Diamante behind him, his voice in his ear.
The odds of surviving abandoned him. He was a bloody statistic. He caught one of the fingers clutched at his ribs, bending sharply back. He cringed, the sensation making him gag as it pushed from its socket. However he was too late.
Boom.
He opened his eyes unsure when he'd shut them.
Wiry blue carpet pressed into his cheek. Why was he on the floor?
The side of his face felt blistered. His fingers rose, rubbing across the smooth surface. Images came back, an enlarging outline of a fist. Well that answers that.
With a firm arm he propped himself up. Jaw clicking as he separated his teeth. Blood and a large tooth fell from his mouth, sound absorbed by the carpet. A deep ache stretched into his temples as his eyes lazily traced the outline of a perfect white tooth.
Three men-No. Two men? He squinted. Bellamy was out, sat holding his chin in the corner. Two men. He had to defeat two men.
He stood, hands coming down to push himself up. A kick rocked into his back but it had no power behind it, a taunt.
"You should have stayed down," Diamante was laughing, "You made me look weak, but look at you now, an injured fawn, I should parade you round, drag you out to show everyone what became of you."
"It's not over yet." He spat again, clear this time. His tongue found the origin of his missing tooth, it was only his upper left. He rolled his shoulders back, hands returning to his pockets while stepping sideways to keep everyone in sight.
"Bellamy, are you having a nap?" Doflamingo had turned, focusing his dangerous attention on the downed man.
"No." Bellamy spoke with a lisp, eyes squeezed shut. Sanji watched in disbelief as Doflamingo's arm wound back, releasing to sucker punch his own subordinate. Bellamy collapsed, head rolling back and eyes rolling white, he fought unconsciousness, using his last remaining energy to apologise.
Sensing the swing in the group's attention, viper-like Sanji's heel slammed into Diamante's kidney.
As his foot returned to the floor sudden nausea shot through him, heaving through his chest. He swallowed. Forcing his unresponsive body to duck and step back. A golden opportunity presented itself. His foot darted through a gap.
Diamante gasped as his windpipe became crushed under Sanji's shoe. One large knee slammed to the floor.
Sanji smiled, teeth stained with blood as he faced Doflamingo. He'd bought himself an opportunity.
Doflamingo beamed in turn. Sunglasses pushed further up his long nose with one finger.
Hate was a battery, blood boiling to lava at the sight of the man who'd given him his bounty, who wouldn't stop till he was dead and buried.
This was a golden opportunity to take the head of the snake.
Doflamingo stepped to the side before Sanj's kick even left the floor. It had been effortless for Doflamingo to snap his hand around his ankle. A manoeuvre everyone who fought Sanji tried at some point. Of course Sanji knew how to evade, he just had to jump onto his hands, it was his signature move, the one that made him so dangerous. But nausea rose, sweat bubbling up through his skin, something was wrong.
His leg was yanked forwards.
Doflamingo's grip released as Sanji fell off balence. Feet coming down just in time to steady himself.
Long arms returned to wrap around his waist. He thrashed, foreign blonde hair tangling with his. A toned chest draped itself down his spine. When had Diamante got up?!
He froze. Eyes trailing down to his hands, they were shaking, clutching onto the ones trapping him for stability.
Something blue was grasped in Doflamingo's hands, his eyes followed the stick-like object into his abdomen. He'd been stabbed.
Drool fell from his mouth, jaw dropping without his consent as his body writhed.
Doflamingo's hand jerked up. Ripping muscles to pieces. "Opps."
Sanji always had good control of his reactions, too much pride to show when it hurt, but he'd become untethered, a theatre show of pain. He only had control of his throat, swallowing the rolling nausea.
Their blonde hair blended as Doflamingo's gigantic body bent over his. Corn on gold. Laughter fell from in front and behind, tunnelling through his ears into his brain.
With no warning, Doflamingo ripped the shiv from his body. Dark blue plastic emerging from his abdomen.
Folding, he screamed. Teeth clamped to stop the awful noise.
Diamante's grip on his ribs was the only support keeping him upright.
Blood rained, pouring from where his hands clutched the growing stain in his jumper to keep himself inside. He looked like he'd pissed blood as It ran down the grey of his sweatpants.
Was his father still sitting in the visitors chair? Unaware his son was about to die.
He thrashed. Head slamming back against Diamante's chest "Get off me." His hands clawed at his large grip, he had to try everything, do anything to get the man off of him. He kicked back, heel slamming into the man's shin. Nothing, Diamante didn't react. He whined through his teeth. Returning his hands to press down on the wound.
Doflamingo chuckled. Holding up what had once been a toothbrush, filed into a sharp point with his gore caught in the fluffy tip.
"Do you want to apologise now? I'll let you have your last words, and depending on what they are I might let you die quickly,"
"No, boss, we're dragging it out, remember? C'mon you said you were bored." Diamante thrust him back against his chest. Grip tightening. "Give me five minuets with the princess if you're done."
Sanji tried to get his breathing regular. Iron building in his mouth. "Go fuck yourselves." He spat red, hitting Doflamingo's chest.
Doflamingo frowned, comic on his large lips. "Well, lets start with that pretty hair of yours, only Donquixote should be blonde so we'll paint it red."
"Is it that hard to put him down?"
Sanji's head rose to squint towards the door. A green smear?
Zoro!?
He blinked and the figure came into focus, muscular arms crossed over his ridiculous chest.
Sanji couldn't read Zoro on his best day, deep furrowed brows, narrowed brown eyes. He looked…angry? Bored? Happy? His signature frown was in place but his lips tended to naturally slope downwards. Forget all that, the question was would Zoro help him or doom him?
Sanji hoped he didn't look as pitiful as he felt, held by his scruff like an angry cat. He flicked his head to see past his hair, straightening as much as he could despite blood streaming down at the movement.
"Oh, Roronoa, wait your turn." Diamante called.
"Or perhaps he's feeling guilt, unable to watch another flame go out." Doflamingo decidended back into laughter. The sound ricocheted off the walls. Emphasising the cold empty playroom.
"Fuck off Marimo." Sanji spat.
"You sure you want me to fuck off Curly."
"Or what, you'll fight for me?" He drawled, he was sure his desperation was leaking through his nonchalance. Hope winding around his broken body. He panted, briefly closing his eyes as the room tipped, the edges of his vision were fading.
Zoro's laugh was reminiscent of clashing rocks. "No."
"Then fuck off." He snapped, tasting blood as he swallowed. "I don't need witnesses."
Diamante's grip around his waist had loosened, prioritising Zoro as the bigger threat over him. His skin itched. Without Diamante's support, more and more of his weight leant back on the man behind.
"A birdy told me you two wern't together, I didn't think you'd care about loosing this one." Doflamingo gestured from Zoro to him. A birdy? Ivan!? Their conversation from earlier flashed through his mind. Had that been what triggered this attack, no chance of retaliation by the, what did he call them, Top Hats?
"Roronoa, are you here for the bounty?" Doflamingo called. "I didn't expect you to be induced with food, your captain perhaps."
Roronoa hummed.
"You'd kill someone for skittles?" Sanji asked.
"No," Zoro smiled, scar pulling across his eye. "I want to watch, just odd ain't it, three high level Donquixote including the boss, for one nobody." His eyes flicked to Bellamy flat across the floor. "And they aint even winning, Dart board, maybe you would give me a good fight."
Sanji blinked, eyes feasting at the evil leaking out. Sanji had never met anyone who didn't suit a smile, but he'd found that someone in Zoro.
Diamante's smile fell, pointing the shiv towards Zoro who lit up like a christmas tree. Left hand going to his own pocket. "Leave Roronoa. We've left the Straw Hats alone, but if you get involved in our business, we will get involved in yours."
"Right." Zoro's eyes met his own. Filled with a burning blood lust. He blinked. Trying to raise his head through the waves of pain.
"Roronoa! How many fucking times your class is near C block!"
"Tashigi?" Sanji mouthed.
Diamante's warmth was ripped from his back. Sanji's heels hit the floor, hands flying wide to stabilise himself.
A bat, he was sensing through echo location; feet, doors and voices bouncing around the room. He panted, swaying as he fought to realign his balance.
He blinked, at least he felt like he was blinking. His hand patted his face to feel his eyes, his eyelids moved, he blinked again, eyelashes soft against the pads of his fingers.
A man came into focus, Smoker was here. Staring straight at him. He tried to move his head, unable to sense anyone else in the room. Huh
"Awake I see," Smoker tutted, bending down to leer at him. "Tashigi take 119 to the infirmary and then the box, a week in there should cool him off."
He squeaked. Energy from anger giving him the strength to step forwards. "Your fucking me, they attacked me, they stabbed me! Why the fuck am I going in the box!?"
"Who did?"
He knew he couldn't say, he could see in Smoker's eyes he knew as well. He had to play the game.
His hair was stuck to his neck with sweat. lips welted together.
"I told you 119, You don't get chances, take him to the box." Smoker waved his hand, staring down with pure hate. He could feel the air move, somebody had entered the room.
Thin hands closed over his arms, his foot lowered back to the ground as he followed thin arms back to Tashigi. Numb, he allowed her to lead, puffs of pain filled air out with each step.
Knees weak, they bulked under his weight. Her hand shot out to support him further as his face burned in embarrassment.
Zoro was leant against the corridor as they stepped out. Koby was there as well, body curved away with one foot back as if in the process of an escape. Zoro looked over, arching his head. Anger rushed as their eyes met. Faces distorting as they took in the other.
"Still alive? And I was betting on the toothbrush," Zoro's eyes lingered on the wet blood painting his clothes red.
"What happened to them?" He asked under his breath. Eyes darting up and down the empty corridor.
"The feathery one ran off, the uh shiny one got caught" Zoro nodded towards where Bellamy was being carried away on a stretcher. "Ain't it lucky I was here Blondie."
"Ha Ha. Do you even know where you are, lost fuck. Congratulations your baby sitters saved the day" Held back by Tashigi, he could only get so close to her. "Beautiful lovely Tashigi saved me." He was sure he was wearing the smile most of his old friends had termed goofy, but he didn't care, unable to frown at the most beautiful girl in the prison.
"Thank you." Her large brown eyes appeared confused behind her red frames.
Zoro rolled his eyes. Head knocking against the wall. "And you're a creep."
"I would never make a lady feel uncomfortable, especially not one as beautiful as this one." This is where he might have kissed her hand, if he could reach it.
"I think you have a concussion, we need to get you to the infirmary." Tashigi pulled him, sliding her arm further around his waist as support. His smile nearly broke his face, skin tingling where she touched him. "Thank you Zoro, you can go back to your cell."
He was unsure he could name the look Zoro sent Tashigi somewhere between a grimace and fear, while she only smiled. He looked between them. Odd. At least it wasn't his smile, not many could survive that.
Seeing something close to compliance, Tashigi began to walk, pulling him away from Zoro.
His head arched, neck burning to briefly resist her hold and shout back. "You did not save me by the way! They're still putting me in the box." He did not owe Zoro.
"Enjoy." Zoro chimed. Seemingly bored of their conversation, he pushed himself off the wall to stride down the corridor. Sanji twisted further to watch.
"Roronoa, that's the wrong way! Koby grab him!" Tashigi shouted after following Sanji's stare back to green. Koby was here? Sanji couldn't see him, vision falling to smears of light.
His journey to the infirmary came in the style of a movie montage, brain checking out periodically. Luckily he regained full consciousness as the needle carved its way through his stomach.
He blinked to more hands walking him down a sterile corridor. A bright yellow orb flashed across his vision, before he was lowered onto some sort of bed.
Blinking desperately, he made a questioning noise, trying to rest on his elbows to look around the square shaped room.
A lock crunched shut.