Heart [beat]
In his defense, it was a very hard fought battle, worthy of the New World. Killer himself had gotten sliced up like sashimi; Doc had been all but scornful as he'd stitched and bandaged in the infirmary of their new base.
Still though, he'd meant to stick with the captain. Captain had been… distracted, for the past while. Withdrawn and given to uncharacteristic silences. Killer would say moping if that didn't sound so fucking wimpy.
He couldn't blame the Surgeon of Death, he told himself, as he waited by Captain's bedside for him to regain consciousness. Captain was a grown-ass man, they were on the most dangerous ocean in the world, and fighting for their lives was an everyday occurrence.
He shouldn't blame Trafalgar-fucking-Law for Captain's arm. He still did. That man was nothing but bad news. And a Warlord, now, to boot. If Killer, or, more importantly, Captain, never saw him again, they'd all be better off.
Maybe it was time he told Captain so.
N.B. Kid's nom de guerre is "Captain," but no-one ever seems to use it. So.
Super short drabble chapter 1.5-ish thing. I couldn't get the protective crew to flow into a proper story.