Sanji held his breath as he hid under the pool water's surface, he was holding onto the tiles of the sides desperately to keep himself submurged as the guards searched the room. It had been a week; one very long week since he'd stopped taking his meds, one week since he'd started feeling like a stranger in his own skin and one week long eternity since he'd been told that Zoro was no longer his doctor.
He could still picture that angrilly smug look on the good doctor's face when he'd told him, as though he'd won some covetted prize that they'd all been looking at. It was an 'I've got you' look.
When the lights faded, he raced for the surface, taking in a large inhale of breath and fighting away the urge to cough before pushing himself out of the pool. This was his fifth escape attempt in just one week and he wasn't going to let them catch him this time. He wouldn't stay here anymore, not if Zoro wasn't here. Before the intern had come into his life he'd thought this place his playground; now it was just a void building filled with inane faculty members.
"You haven't found him yet?" Zeff's roaring bellow could have been heard outside the institute, Nami thought to herself. It had been one hectic week ever since Zoro had been released - why he had been, Zeff hadn't disclosed - as Sanji had shown his utter rejection to his doctor being released in the most natural way possible; raising hell.
'It's only a matter of time before he does break out of here.' Nami thought to herself, shaking her head as she tended to a couple of the other patients in the infirmary. Both were nurses, ones that Sanji had violently attacked when they came to retrain him and take him back to his room.
It was natural she supposed, considering how much progress Zoro had been making with the patient and how 109 had taken to the green haired intern so well. Wasn't it natural that he would oppose the discharge of his caretaker?
The sirens were raised as Zeff thromped about yelling, his mood having darkened in tandom with Sanji's rebellion. The more hell that the patient raised, the angrier that Zeff got. It was rather like a father watching his child throw a tantrum in public; he was embarrassed, though of what she had no idea.
Sanji held his head briefly as the sirens started, they hurt his ears and it took a moment to block them out before he climbed onto the diving board above the olympic pool. He jumped as though he would dive, one...two...three times before putting his all into the fourth leap and grabbing one of the pipes that lined the rafters and ceiling. From there it was a matter of getting to the steamed over window that led to the roof.
Zeff stomped around, finally coming to the room where Sanji usually hid when the sirens went off; the pool. Despite the two nurses behind him protesting and saying that they'd already searched in the room for Patient 109, Zeff knew that the blond would try any way he could to get out.
The humid room smelt very strongly of chlorine, masking any other smell that might give away Sanji's position. Zeff tottered over to the locker where they held swim masks, flippers, water wings, and other water toys for the patients and ripped the door open; no Sanji.
Sanji held very still as the double doors below him opened, his heart leaping into his throat though he willed himself to be silent. Zeff entered, leaving two nurses with their flashlights in the hallway as he paced a few steps into the room and scanned it with his eyes. One might have thought that he would have wisened up by now, Sanji didn't give away his hiding place with stupid mistakes.
The good doctor paced across the room, his footsteps echoing in the open space and wrenched open the cabnet door, giving Sanji enough noise to move closer to the window without drawing attention to himself.
Zeff swore and it was then that both he and Sanji noticed the ever so slight movement of the diving board; it was residual of Sanji's jump and presented the possibility that he could have dove into the pool to hide from the nurses.
Tottering over to the pool, Zeff looked down into the water to look for the blond patient. "The moment he gets back in his cell I am locking it and shoving his pills in the room through a doggy door." He growled, peering into the water to try and find Sanji. When it became apparent that he wasn't in the water, the head doctor swore loudly, using the most colorful language either of the nurses had ever heard in their lives.
"What the hell did he do? Go down the drain!"
Sanji bit away a laugh as he slid through the window that he'd carefully pryed open as the doctor had been preoccupied with the pool and closed said window behind him. He was home free and now all he had to do was find Zoro.
Back at his small apartment, Zoro woke up to the blaring alarm clock, only to smash the hapless device into metal shards before rolling back over onto his side and falling asleep once again. In the week since he had been let go from the institute, he'd tried to find himself another job, but so far, he'd gotten no word back.
So, for now, he was taking the opportunity to sleep in. Briefly wondering what Sanji was doing at the moment, and how the blond was fairing without him. 'I wonder how many of those nurses have resigned now ...' He pondered.
He hadn't had much luck finding Sanji's family or IDing Akira's little brother either, for that matter. 'I guess Karma just doesn't want me to find out about him ...' Zoro thought briefly before falling asleep again, fist lifting to smash the alarm clock as it rang once more, albeit much softer than before.
Luffy was an innocent soul, perhaps a little naive but one had to be to work where he did; it was a hospital library, shared by the mental hospital as well as the medical hospital and ER to store their records. He read to children in between bouts of organizing the records in chronological order and was in the end a little childish despite the loss of his brother. So he thought nothing of it when he paced across the dark parking lot and got into the car that had once been his brother's before he'd left for college.
Portgas-or Ace as he'd liked to be called-had been studying to become an engineer, living with his lover much to his parent's dismay. He'd said that he'd have had no use for the car in the city where he was going and it seemed true. But sometimes he wondered if-perhaps-if he'd had the car the night that he'd died, would it have made a difference? Or would Ace have decided to walk home anyway?
This had seemed easy at first...but it wasn't anymore...
"He doesn't love you" the mouth cackled as Sanji tripped down the street, more than once running into another person and veering away, holding his head. "He left you…" Had he left him? Or had he not? He couldn't remember now…or was it that he hadn't been told? Keeping his eyes on what he could see of the pavement in the ever dimming sunset light, he concentrated on it, willing his legs to keep walking forward.
Waking up from a sudden cold shiver going down his back, Zoro sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "Where did that come from ...?" He wondered, confused, and was alarmed when his phone rang. Not expecting any calls, he got up and picked it up. "Yes?"
"Good, you're home."
"Nami?" Zoro asked, stunned; nobody from the hospital had tried to contact him at all in the past week.
"No, it's the Lady of the Lake." Nami replied curtly, glancing around the area where she had hidden to contact Zoro once it had been made obvious that Sanji had gotten out of the hospital. "Yes, it's me. Zoro, Sanji got out of the ward; I bet he's looking for you."
Zoro blinked, stunned, and then swore loudly as the reality set in. "I'll call you the moment I find him."
"Good; Zeff is acting like a grumpy bear on PMS."
The police weren't sure what to do with the blonde man as he sat there in their interrogation room, holding his head and sitting in the corner of the room. No matter what anyone said to him he only said one thing back. 'Zoro'. A few of them were debating on what it meant, none of them really knew. They didn't even know who the man was until a fax came in stating that a mental patient from a local mental institution; then they knew.
Sanji sat in the corner of the little room that he had been put in, it was no bigger than his cell and a table was in the middle of it taking up much of the space like his bed and toilet did. He'd wedged himself as far into the little space as he could, determined to stay as far away from these new threats in his life as possible. The eyes and mouth were there of course and he'd made a game of seeing how long he could keep his eyes open until it hurt too much not to close them.
Zoro...where's Zoro...
Nami was still hiding under her secretary desk when the phone rang. Popping up quickly, she grabbed the phone and hid under her desk again. "Yes, you have reached the Merry Go Mental Illness Institute, how may I help you?" She asked politely, keeping her voice as quiet as possible as Zeff stomped past her desk again, still roaring that they had better find Patient 109 and fast.
"Yes, this is the local police department." The man on the other side of the line said. "We received a fax about a missing patient, and we believed that we have him here at the station. He's blond, tall and thin, and doesn't respond sensically to anything anyone says to him."
"Oh good, you found him; I'll let his doctor know immediately." Nami stated, mentally grinning when she knew how happy Sanji was going to be to see Zoro again. "Thank you for informing me, officer." Before the man could ask her anything else, she punched the button that rested on the phone's cradle before dialing Zoro's number as fast as she could.
"Hey, Jolly Green Giant," she teased as he picked up the other end of the phone. "We found your blond schizo, if you want to pick him up."
The officer greeted Zoro curiously as he came hurrying into the station, almost panicked.
"Can I help you, son?"
Zoro looked around the station nervously, having had bad experiences with the cops when he was much younger. "Yeah, I heard that you managed to pick up my patient." He stated weakly, walking through the hallways in front of the officer. When the man nodded and stepped in front of him to guide him to the room.
Seeing Sanji curled up in the corner of the room, Zoro pushed the door open as soon as he got the okay from the officer. "Sanji?" He called quietly, wondering how long it had been since the patient had had his meds.
Sanji looked up as the door opened, shaking, his mind telling them that everyone here was conspiring against him. Zoro was in the doorway, he stood there looking just like he had the last time that the blonde had seen him and a brief surge of excitement ran through the mental patient before the mouth grinned and whispered to him.
"It's a trick" it said, "he's not really your doctor~" this stopped Sanji in any advancement he might have made towards the green haired man. Very slowly pushing himself up the wall, he glared at the intern.
"FAKE!" he screamed, grabbing one of the chairs that were around the table and throwing it at the intern who managed to dodge it.
Zoro dodged the chair, closing the door to keep the police man from following into the room. 'I guess that answers my question about the meds.' He thought to himself, running up so that he could pin Sanji's hands to either side of his head. "Calm down, will you? It's me!"
"You're not taking me!" Sanji screamed at Zoro's face, "I have to find him, I wont go back until I do!" Kicking the intern hard in the stomach he pushed him into a pile to the side and raced around the table.
Groaning, Zoro clutched his stomach as Sanji raced around to the other side of the room, making a mental note to call Nami and ask her if she could get him Sanji's meds the instant he got a phone in his hands. "You little ..." He growled, rubbing his stomach as he stood up. The police officer was pounding on the door, obviously worried about the commotion going on inside the room.
Not wanting Sanji to try to get away again, the green haired intern launched himself at Sanji and pinned him against the wall. "You raving ... Sanji, it's me!"
The blonde squirmed, trying to get away, trying to find some way to hurt this false creature for impersonating Zoro.
"No!", he yelled, "No! No! NO!" he wasn't raving, this was real, why didn't they understand that he could see through their lies. He could see this being for what it was, it was just like the good doctor; a fake person sent to torture him.
Finding no other way out, he smashed his head against the fake Zoro's head and knocked him back, snaking around the table once more.
Holding his head where Sanji had headbutted him, Zoro growled and stared at the patient for a good long moment. 'Damn he gets really violent when he hasn't had his meds in about a week.' He thought to himself, pondering the best way to get it through Sanji's head that it was him. Only one way came to mind, and it made him groan heavily. 'I've got no other choice though ....'
"Hey, calm down!" He finally shouted, tackling Sanji so that they were hidden behind the heavy door. When he had the hysterical patient pinned against eh wall once more, he forced his mouth onto Sanji's, praying that he wouldn't get bitten.
Sanji immediately froze, the mouth against his stopping any movement that he would have made out of shock for a brief moment. After a moment, he pushed the man away, pressed his foot to Zoro's chest and pushed him further, sitting there and wiping his mouth silently, watching him trying to consider whether or not this was really him.
Holding his head with one hand he kept rubbing his mouth, he was so confused, puzzle pieces that didn't fit were trying to mash together and when his mind tried to fix them they rebelled. Nothing made sense right now. The eyes and mouth were both laughing at him, mocking him, they found it funny and they wouldn't leave.
Relieved that he had at least gotten Sanji calmed down, Zoro sighed. "Come on, let's get you to my place; hopefully Nami will come by with your meds soon."
"It seems I have good timing." Nami commented from the doorway, Sanji's pill bottle in one hand. Seeing the shocked look Zoro was giving her, the orange-haired secretary shrugged. "It's my lunch break, so I figured I would swing over and give you a little help." She stated, handing Zoro the pills. "Calm blondie down, will you?"
Zoro gave her a dry look, and then cautiously approached Sanji again, the pills in one hand. "Alright, lets see if this works ..."
Sanji's mind registered the sight before him before something snapped into place, some part of his rational mind, registered that it was Zoro that was giving him his meds now. Whether he thought he needed them or not was beside the point, if it was Zoro, then he was going to take them. Reaching, he took the dose from Zoro's hand almost before he managed to get it out of the bottle, put the handfull of pills into his mouth and swallowed them.
He sat there for a long time after the pills had gone down and very slowly puzzle pieces started fitting together, the mouth and eyes didn't leave but they silenced and he knew that it was the real Zoro crouching before him; not a fake. At some point Nami left, her respite had been brief as her lunch hour was over and she had to get back to the hospital.
Zoro waited for Sanji to calm down for a moment, a smile eventually coming onto his face. "You feeling more like yourself now, Sanji? I think you gave me a bump on the head that I'll have for a while." He commented, rubbing the spot where Sanji's thick skull had met his forehead.
The blonde didn't even hear his words. Vaulting at the intern, he wrapped his arms around his middle and burried his face into his chest.
"You left me...", he whimpered.
Zoro blinked at the affection, but wrapped his arms around Sanji after a moment as well. "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry." he replied, resisting the urge to rub Sanji's head. "Come on, let's go back to the hospital, and I'll talk to the person who writes the Geezer's paycheck about me possibly staying there."
Standing up, the green haired intern pulled Sanji up with him. "I promise, I didn't want to leave, but the Old Geezer told me not to come back, and I personally don't want to make him angry. ... Well, angrier than he already is."
Sanji pulled back slowly.
"I have to go back to the hospital...don't I?", he watched as Zoro nodded slowly, a look of nervous regret on his face. Leaning in he pulled him behind the door a little and kissed him gently; an ominous look in his eyes as he grinned, pulling away. "Fine...But you have to force me~" his voice dropped to a whisper that Zoro could hear but no one else would even if they were listening on the other side of that mirror. "Make it fun."
He shifted slightly, giving a silent warning to the intern before he kneed towards his stomach.
Zoro grinned, having expecting that he would need to play rough. Gripping Sanji's knee, Zoro flipped the blond onto his side and pinned him there for a good long minute. "I took kendo in high school, just so you know." He commented idily, as if this were just another day in the institute for them.
Sanji smirked and kicked from the other side, catching the intern off guard.
"Then you should be good at this..." Zoro needed to incapacitate him, needed to show that he wasn't afraid of him. Sanji knew why Zoro had been fired, or at least he had something of a theory. The good doctor wanted him out of the picture, he wanted Zoro to fail at doing what he had been trying to do since the day that Sanji had arrived.
Why had he even given him to him? Had he just been trying to run him into the ground?
Wincing as the kick hit his knee, Zoro grinned again and went to grasp Sanji's wrists with one hand while the rest of his body went to pin down the blond's legs. "Heh, I have a feeling that I'm going to get more practice with it as it is." He responded, knowing that this was probably nothing more than a game to Sanji, but he was still eager to play it.
'When did I decide to follow his rules?'
Sanji squirmed and rolled, though that only managed to get him pinned with his face against the floor.
"Touché he mumbled before letting the intern pull him up and get him to standing without too much of a fight. The police officers who'd brought him in were outside the door when Zoro opened it, probably thinking that they were going to help the intern; maybe they thought that he was in real danger.
But as rough as Sanji was, he would never have seriously hurt the other male, bang him up and bruise him yes; make him bleed a little perhaps but never seriously injure him. Grinning at them maniacally, he let the intern hold his wrists behind his back and urge him the way that they needed to go with a hand to his back.
Luffy parked his car in the mental hospital parking lot and got out; he was here to pick up a family friend that was staying with them, the curator, Shanks. Shanks had called him on his way home and had said that his car had broken down, but the man could fix that well enough so there must've been another reason for wanting him here; thus Luffy hadn't denied the request or written it off as just a mind game.
Shanks had been the one to keep their family together when Ace had left, when he'd dyed his hair and changed his name just to defy their parents.
Zoro had managed to get Sanji back to the hospital in one piece after assuring the officers that it was okay, and was now sitting in the office waiting for Shanks to re-enter the office. After sneaking Sanji into that part of the hospital, he had explained everything to the one-armed redhead, and was now waiting for the verdict that would eventually come.
Looking over to Sanji, Zoro reached out and squeezed his hand. "Hey, hopefully this guy will get it all sorted out." He said softly, knowing that Sanji was probably every bit as nervous as he was; they were, after all, in the hospital curator's office.
Sanji said nothing, keeping his eyes intently focused on the door that the one armed man had vanished through.
"There's someone in my office that I want you to meet…" he'd known that there had been another reason for him being here than just to give the man a ride home as Luffy listened to Shanks' statement and fought away the outburst of "HAH!" or "I TOLD YOU SO!".
"Who is he?" he asked lightly; Shanks looked at him lightly for a moment before turning towards the door.
"Your brother's lover…"
Luffy gave Shanks a good long look, nervous. He had never met Ace's boyfriend before, the only chance he had gotten had been the funeral, which the man had never shown up for. Not that Luffy could blame the guy, his parents had been horrible about the entire relationship.
When Shanks opened the door to his office and stepped in, Luffy behind him, the younger boy blinked at the sight of Zoro, who sat there in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt beneath his jacket. But it was the blond who sat next to him, looking nervous about something, that made Luffy stare the most.
Sanji's eyes turned up when the door opened and when Shanks moved from the doorway, they locked on the young man behind him and stayed there. He looked like Akira, not exactly alike but they were related somehow, that much he knew. Their eyes met and didn't look away from one another until Shanks said something; the blonde hadn't heard what he'd said though, only the sound of his voice. Obviously this was evident because the red head repeated his question.
"Sanji, do you know who this is?" he shook his head; still watching the young man with such intent; he was trying to figure it out before the curator told him.
Zoro watched the introduction with a feeling of nervousness in his gut. He hadn't even thought that Luffy would have been the younger brother; the black haired boy hadn't given any indication of having an older brother before ... 'Oh dear, why does it feel like the shit is going to hit the fan now?' Zoro swallowed the lump in his throat, praying that Sanji didn't overreact.
Shanks seemed to notice this, because he took a deep breath. "Sanji, this is Luffy ... Akira's little brother."
Sanji stared at the boy before him as he very slowly stood; this boy was Akira's younger brother? This was Luffy? He was the boy that Akira had adored, the little brother that-even while fighting with their parents-his lover had gone through such pains to visit.
The look on the black haired boy's face was one between shock and pain; he was a reminder, he was what remained of the boy's older brother. He stepped closer to the younger male.
Opening his mouth, the mouth spoke first in his mind and one hand came up to press to his temple.
"You really don't think he'll forgive you, do you? A sinner like you? Akira died because of you..." the blonde shook his head and tried not to listen but no matter what he could still hear the next statement. "He's dead Sanji...and it's all your fault..."
Pulling away from the younger boy, he shook his head, trying desperately to make the mouth go away; the eyes were watching him, always watching, and always siding with the mouth.
Zoro felt his alarms go off. "Dammit, the meds wore off already ..." He thought to himself, going to grab at Sanji's arm. "Hey, sit down, it's okay." He stated, one hand digging into his pocket just in case he needed to get some out if Sanji went violent. "You don't have to talk, Sanji."
"It's not my fault. It's not my fault" Sanji repeated it like a mantra as he sat down, holding his head and refusing to close his eyes. He would have to be sedated if he reacted too badly and he didn't want that; he wanted to talk to Luffy, he wanted to tell him all the good things that Akira had told him. But the meds were wearing off, he was a week short and his mind needed more than one dose.
"He wont forgive you!" he closed his eyes as the voice screamed in his mind, biting away the ache that was slowly growing in his head and ears.
Suddenly a hand came down on his shoulder and he was wrenched from his suffering by the sudden sight of Luffy kneeling before him.
Taking in the stunned silence, Zoro pressed some of Sanji's medicine into his hand, knowing that the blond would take it as soon as possible. He too was worried by the way Luffy had slumped to the floor, but the look in the raven haired boy's face was a foreign one.
Luffy just knelt there, staring up at Sanji with a look of shock and worry on his face. This was the man that his brother had been in love with, wasn't he? But ... this was patient 109, the patient who was infamous for maiming anyone that went into his cell? Had he been different when Ace was with him? So many questions were bouncing around in Luffy's head, but he didn't know how to begin to ask them.
Sanji just stared at the young man, stunned for a brief moment before he felt the pills in his palm and put them in his mouth to be dry swallowed. His eyes never left Luffy, not once, even when Shanks urged Zoro to go with him when he left the office-much to Zoro's displeasure.
The drugs didn't take long to take over where the previous dose had left off and Sanji was glad for it, the mouth stopped speaking; it was there but it was mute for now.
"They'll be fine, Zoro." Shanks reassured Zoro as they left the room, waiting just outside the office door. "Luffy's got a big heart, it takes a lot to get him angry with anyone. He's much different from his parents like that." The redhead rubbed his forehead with his hand.
Zoro nodded in understanding, but he still listened intently for any signs of chaos in the office.
In the room, Luffy looked to the ground, drew a breath, and then looked up at Sanji. "Ace ... he never said how you two met ... but he was always smiling when he talked about you." He started, hoping that he was taking the right approach.
The words registered to Sanji and after a long silence the blonde spoke.
"He dumped fish on me..." Luffy gave a questioning look and the blonde giggled lightly, "he dropped the crate of fish he was carrying and it dumped on me, he apologized like the dickens but all I had running through my head was 'I have to take him to dinner' Things went from there, we dated for a year before we moved in together..."
Luffy smiled; leave it to Ace to drop something like that on a person. "He was always like that; he spilled pizza sauce on me once when we were little." He stated, trying to keep his voice light. Propping his chin on his kness, the black haired youth kept his eyes on Sanji's face.
Sanji laughed a little and tried to picture Akira younger than when he'd met him, he was sure what he was picturing wasn't accurate but it was cute.
"He was so excited that you were going to come visit...", he said softly, "he always made an ordeal of going to visit you, drove me crazy with laundry and cooking. I always knew when he was going because he would start preparing a week ahead of time." He watched Luffy for a moment, nothing that he probably didn't need to know, but Akira had been a wonderful lover...he'd been a wonderful man as well.
Luffy stared for a long moment, his smile still on his face. "Yeah ... he was always so happy when he was with you too." He admitted, smiling. "He wouldn't talk about you when Mom and Dad were around, just to keep them from getting on his case, but when they were gone he was always talking about you ..."
He had been a little jealous at first; Ace had someone other than his little brother to shower affection upon, and it had taken Luffy a while to get used to it. But now, staring at Sanji, Luffy found that the jealousy was slowly fading away. "You miss him, don't you?"
Sanji closed his eyes, feeling himself crack and threaten to shatter; he fought to keep his emotion out of his voice as he looked down at Luffy who was sitting before him on the floor.
"More than anything...", he said softly, "I miss him at night when I am all alone, I miss him on his birthday and mine, on our anniversary, I miss him every day. I think about him all the time, whether I am awake or asleep... And I think I am falling in love with someone else...but-" tears gathered and the blonde slumped in his chair, "but I don't want to forget..."
Luffy gave Sanji a knowing look, eyes distant. "I don't think falling in love again would make you forget ..." He mumbled, not certain of what else to say to the blond patient.
The blonde didn't respond, but the words stuck inside him. Loving someone else when the one you promised to love forever was dead didn't mean that you didn't love them anymore. Even if he moved on he would still have the life he'd built with Ace in his memories, wouldn't he? Reaching for the younger male, Sanji nearly fell as he wrapped him in a hug that he was sure he didn't want.
Shanks had been on the phone almost the entire time since he and Zoro had left Sanji and Luffy alone. Now, as he hung up the phone he turned to the younger man with a light grin.
"You can pick up your ID card and counseling log in the main office when we're done here."
Zoro grinned in relief, and stood up to go down to the main office when Zeff entered the room, looking angrier than Zoro had ever seen him. It only took one glare from the old doctor for him to realize that he'd somehow gotten word that Zoro was present. "I thought I told you you were fired ..." Zeff growled, only to be stopped as Shanks coughed into his fist.
"I heard this, but I overruled you." Nodding towards the room where Sanji and Luffy were, the redhead gave Zeff an unflincing look. "Zoro went and brought Sanji back here, and got him calmed down before hand. I don't see any reason why you saw any reason to let him go ... especially considering how many injuries Sanji has given you."
Zeff pointed as though he were a child, a very old looking child.
"I fired him for inappropriate conduct!" he snapped; Shanks gave the old doctor a curious look before glancing at Zoro as though wondering.
"Do you have this documented?" he asked Zeff, taking his gaze away from the intern and leveling the old man with a stare. Zeff sputtered, anyone in the hospital would know that if the tape hadn't been separated fromt the rest, it would have been recorded over by now. "Obviously not" Shanks said after a moment, then turned back to Zoro, "You may return to your duties as soon as you like, your 6 month training period isn't finished and you still have a report to present just like the rest of the interns at the end of the training period."
Zoro had to duck his head in a nod to hide the very giddy smile on his face. 'Take that, geezer.' He thought to himself, leaving the room and walking down the hallway.
Shanks watched him go for a long moment before turning to Zeff and pressing the call button on the wall.
"If you would be so kind as to escort Sanji back to his cell?" he didn't give the old man time to refuse before he opened the door and smiled at the sight of the patient still talking to Luffy briefly. "Alright you two, I am sorry to say that that is all the time I can allow you to have together. Sanji, Zeff will escort you back to your room." The red haired man didn't miss the cold look that the blonde gave the head doctor as he stood and paced towards him. It was a look that Zeff fully reciprocated.
Sanji didn't want to leave just yet, but when the door to the office opened and Shanks stood there with the good doctor, he knew that it was time to go. Zoro wasn't there and he gave Zeff a cold look before begrudgingly standing and pacing towards him. Two nurses that had been called up at some point held out a straight jacket and Sanji was very still as they put it on him.
If Zoro isn't here...
Once they'd buckled it and Shanks had closed the door behind them, he threw himself into one of the nurses, ramming her into the wall and knocking her unconscious. It only took one kick each to knock the other nurse and Zeff away and then he was free from them.
If Zoro isn't here, then I wont be either...
He ran.
The alarms were going off as Zoro left the main office, making him sigh in exapseration. "Sanji ..." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Dammit, can't I take my eyes off of him for one moment ..." with that, he took off, looking for the blond.
Sanji dodged his way around nurses, grinning evily as he opened every door he could on his way past. This would give the nurses something to do while he tried to get out.
Zoro didn't want to know why Sanji was going on a rampage, because he was pretty certain that he could guess why. "I should've waited until Sanji was in his cell before leaving ..." He muttered, turning the corner and seeing the blond running at him.
Not wanting Sanji to get away, Zoro tackled him. "Hey, I'm still here, you idiot! I just left to pick up my ID!"
Sanji squirmed in the person's grasp before he realized who it was, seeing Zoro's upset face, he stopped moving. So he wasn't leaving? He was still here?
Seeing the look Sanji was giving him, Zoro sighed in exasperation. "Come on, let me get you back to your cell ..." He steered Sanji towards the cell, glad to be back.