HAREOO3 asked: This is so cute. But poor zori-kun. Dont worry chopper will make it all better. It would be cute if he hurt one of his little paw and sanji has to carry him around. :)

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"It's just twisted, Zoro. It's nothing to worry about." Chopper reassured the otter sat in front of him on his office desk atop a cushion. The reindeer had cut up some bandage and gauze into thin slivers and strips before pressing a cleaned lolly stick against Zoro's even more pudgy than usual front left leg now it was swollen and taping it down firmly to the injured limb and wrapping the bandage around, "This is just a temporary support, but try not to walk on it for a day and rest it."

Zoro chattered his teeth at him and Chopper frowned, "No. The bandage doesn't get to come off for two days."

Zoro wrinkled his nose.

Chopper picked up the cushion with the otter still on top and carried him out of the infirmary and placed him on the grass deck outside in a large patch of sun, "Some fresh air will do you good, Zoro. Don't you dare think about moving though."

Zoro flattened his ears and sighed deeply, settling down on the cushion with his injured paw held out away from him. Chopper nodded approvingly and left him to it, going back to the infirmary. Zoro wriggled a few times until he found a position comfortable enough and closed his one eye, intending to sleep of the dull aching throb in his leg.

Luffy came over at one point and sat next to him quietly. Zoro, disturbed from his sleep, looked up at him and lifted his head and the captain looked back at him. The rubber boy frowned, "I'm sorry, Zoro."

The little otter grunted in the back of his throat and pushed his head against Luffy's nearby hand to show his acceptance of the apology, not that he had anything against the boy, it had been an accident and accidents happen and it was Luffy afterall.

The captain smiled moved his fingers against the little tuft of green fur on the animal's head, continuing to pet him even when Zoro had put his head back down on the pillow. The otter tolerated it because it was Luffy's way of showing his still continuing apology and it felt pretty good when the other rubbed behind his ear.

When he woke up again it was to a darker environment and he realised that someone must've put him in the shade, also the fact that the cook was rounding up everyone for dinner had awoken him too and it wasn't long before Sanji's legs came into his direct view.

"C'mon, moss rat. Dinner," He said.

Zoro glared at him and sat up, pushing himself upright with his three good paws, and limped off the makeshift bed, hobbling on the grass as the pain flared up in his leg once more. He heard Sanji sigh and mutter something about being stubborn before he was suddenly grabbed around the stomach and lifted off the ground. He squeaked furiously at the manhandling and tried to fight against it but was stopped by both pain and confusion when Sanji settled him in his arms and began to carry him. Zoro gripped onto the sleeves with the stubby toes of his good front leg. He felt Sanji's huff at him through the chest he was pressed against.

"Stupid moss rat, you wouldn't have made it there by yourself."