Sorry the update took so long. I was busy with college work and didn't feel so great. But here it is! Hope you enjoy and I'm sorry it's not so good.
"Nngh..." Zoro winced as his eye gradually opened. He stared at the ceiling through bleary vision, ignoring the dull pain in his abdomen. His gaze wandered towards his right, where Sanji and his arm adorned with IVs lay. The love cook looked peaceful, his mouth slightly ajar and his facial features relaxed. He decided not to disturb Sanji's slumber and instead looked further right of the room, where Chopper was rummaging around. "Ch-Chopper..."
"Huh, Zoro? You're awake? How are you feeling? Is there any pain?" Chopper didn't give him a chance to answer any of these questions as he walked over to his bedside and hopped up onto the bed.
"I-I'm fine," he lied, his voice muffled by the mask.
"You always did heal up quickly," Chopper said.
"What happened?" Zoro started to remove the mask.
"Don't touch that." Chopper sighed, putting the mask back on. "Your appendix burst... Z-Zoro, you almost died!" Tears began to well up in his eyes.
"It's okay, Chopper, I'm okay now," Zoro said, lifting a hand to softly pinch Chopper's cheek. "...Thank you for saving me." He smiled weakly.
Sanji stirred from his spot on the bed. "Wh-wha-?" He sat up, wiping the drool from his mouth. "Oh, Mosshead, you're awake."
"Yeah..." He shifted about awkwardly, averting his gaze from Sanji and Chopper.
"You hungry? There's some left over chicken soup." Sanji began to light a cigarette.
"Sanji, don't! Don't smoke in here when Zoro's on oxygen," Chopper chided. Sanji put away the lighter, leaving the unlit cigarette hanging between his lips.
"I don't need the stupid thing." Zoro took the mask off and threw it aside. "And fine, I'll eat your shit food, Love-Cook."
With a glint of hurt in his eyes, Sanji left the room to fetch the soup. Chopper pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's been really worried about you," he started, "he made you soup and helped bring down your fever and stayed by your beside for the past few days. That was mean, Zoro. You hurt his feelings."
"He doesn't give a shit about me. He hates me. He'd sacrifice me for any random woman."
"That's not true! He does love girls, but... You're his friend; he'd never do that!"
Zoro grunted in response as Chopper began to trot out of the room. "I need to talk to Nami about replacing some medical equipment," he explained. "Don't leave your bed- oh Sanji!"
"I'll make sure he stays in bed Chopper," Sanji said, beaming at Chopper.
"Thank you, Sanji!" Chopper grinned back and shut the infirmary door behind him.
"Oi, Mosshead! Here's your soup," Sanji said, sauntering over to the bed and placing the bowl on the table "Eat up."
Zoro sat up slowly. "Thanks," he muttered as he picked up the spoon and shovelled it down. There was a silence between the two men as Zoro ate. He glanced up at the cook, who was staring out the window and biting down on his unlit cigarette. He scooped up another spoonful of the soup. It was pretty good: creamy and soothing and went down the throat easily. Perfect for a sick person.
"Y-you know," Zoro started, "it's good. I don't think your food is shit... I lied earlier. Sorry."
"No, it's okay-"
"It's not okay. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm sorry, Sanji." Zoro stared down at his empty soup bowl and sighed. "I just don't get it. Why are you doing so much for me?"
"You're my friend, you stupid swordsman. Wouldn't you do the same for me?"
"...Yeah. I would." Zoro didn't even look up from his bowl.
"Look, Zoro. I wanted to talk about something with you." Zoro tore his eyes from the bowl and raised an eyebrow at Sanji. He was fiddling with his cigarette, rolling it between his fingers.
"You can light it, you know. I don't care," said Zoro, nodding at the cigarette.
"You sure?" Sanji asked as he reached for his lighter. Zoro nodded and put his bowl on the table. The lighter clicked as Sanji lit his cigarette and the familiar scent of cigarettes filled the room as he took a drag.
"It calms you down, doesn't it?"
"What?" Sanji frowned. Zoro sighed.
"Smoking," he said. "It calms you, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. It's the only thing that relaxes me." Sanji removed his cigarette and exhaled a stream of smoke. "It's a shitty habit, though."
"I drink for the same reason," Zoro said. "Makes me feel calmer."
"Why'd you start?" Sanji asked, taking another drag. The air was becoming thick with smoke, but Zoro didn't care.
"A close friend died when I was a kid and I started drinking after she died. My sensei gave me her sword and I vowed I'd become the strongest for her, but... it's been tough."
"I bet." Sanji sighed through his nose. "It's shitty when someone close to you dies."
"Yeah..."
Sanji cleared his throat. "Anyway. Look, you've gotta start telling us if you're sick or hurt. You almost died yesterday!"
Zoro frowned. "You would've been pissed off."
"No, I would've got Franky or someone else to come with me if I'd known you were sick. We all get sick sometimes."
"You're just as bad as Usopp, you know." Zoro smirked.
"What?"
"I know you're lying. You would've made fun of me for being sick, Love-cook."
"N-no... I mean..."
"It's fine. I would've done the same," Zoro said, staring down at his folded arms.
"Zoro. We've gotta stop fighting all the time." Sanji stubbed out his cigarette and drew out another one from the box with two fingers.
"I guess so," he replied, watching as Sanji thumbed the lid on his lighter. "Why don't you try and quit those things?"
"Hm? Well, I've tried many times before but I just couldn't."
"Well, I'll cut down drinking. You cut down smoking and if either of us catches the other out there'll be a penalty."
"That's a good idea," Sanji said as he put away the cigarette. "What will be the penalty?"
"Well, for me it'll be no training. And for you... No making snacks for Robin and Nami. If you want to make snacks make them for me instead." Zoro grinned. "That sound good?" He stuck out his hand towards Sanji.
"You've got a deal," Sanji replied, shaking Zoro's outstretched hand.