Title: Scare
Theme: #20- Buster Call
Claim: SanjixUsopp
Words: 700
Rating: T for language
Warnings: Boyxboy, angst, language
Disclaimer(s): I don't own One Piece.
Pain. Searing pain. So much pain he could barely breathe.
Sanji couldn't feel the way his eyes nearly bugged out of his head because of the pain in his right side. His ears were ringing, blocking all sound, but he barely noticed until Usopp appeared in his blurring vision. His mouth was opening to calm him down, but he couldn't hear himself. He hated seeing tears of fear in Usopp's eye. It made him try and move even more, the pain flaring in his side again.
Usopp was calling for someone, Sanji reading his lips. 'Chopper! Chopper! Sanji has been-!' The pain flared again, breaking Sanji's concentration. He closed his eyes and tried to curl around the pain. Usopp was holding him in place.
His shirt was torn open and pulled away from his body, small hooves probing his chest in search of a heartbeat. His shirt was wadded up and pressed against the pain. Sanji jerked away from it as best as he could, his hearing coming back.
"He's not responding! What'll we do?"
"Keep the pressure on the wound. There's still a heartbeat, but we have to get to the infirmary."
"Shit, it's already soaked through!"
"Keep it there! Can you carry him?"
"I-I don't know. I'll try."
Sanji opened his eyes as Chopper transformed into his large form. Usopp was trembling as far as he could tell, and when he realized Sanji was looking around, he sniffled. "Sanji! Can you hear me?" he asked.
"Nngh! Usopp…"
Chopper started lifting Sanji out of Usopp's arms, his face turning up as he smiled. "Good, he's conscious. Sanji, hold on. We're gonna get you to the infirmary."
Sanji winced as Chopper shifted him, his voice cracking in pain. "Shit! Ahn-Not… Not sure what's…" he panted. "Wh-Where's Usopp?"
"Here, I'm right here!" the sniper exclaimed to his left. Sanji felt him grab his shoulder and reach down to hold his hand.
Chopper carried Sanji as fast as he could with Usopp trailing behind. Sanji couldn't see the state of the situation, but he could only assume it was bad. The marines were everywhere, the huge fleet appearing out of nowhere. Everyone was fighting hard and trying to protect the ship and themselves from harm. How they managed to get through the crowd without being attacked was quite a surprise.
The kitchen was a blur, literally now as Sanji's eyes opened and closed. They were coming in and out of focus from blood loss, so he closed them to. He didn't realize they were in the infirmary until Chopper placed him on the bed.
"Usopp, keep holding the shirt on his wound. Don't let up."
Sanji felt his shirt press against his side again, now cold with his own blood. Usopp was gripping his hand as hard as he could, hands trembling. "Usopp?"
The sniper moved into his line of vision, to a spot where it was possible to follow Chopper's instructions. He was still crying, the tears falling down his face. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Quit crying, idiot. I'm fine," Sanji whispered. Chopper returned with towels and water, replacing Sanji's soiled shirt. "It's not gonna kill me. I'm over the shock."
"Stop talking. Let us take care of your wound," Chopper said. "Usopp, get some bandages. I don't think the bullet is still in there."
"How can you tell?"
"It better not be."
"Sanji, I said stop talking! I know because the injury is not like a typical gunshot wound. It has affected his right side as if he was grazed, but it's much deeper than a normal grazing," Chopper explained. He pulled the towel he had used to replace Sanji's shirt away from Sanji's side and let Usopp look at the gash on his skin. The sniper's flesh drained in color at the sight. "He will be alright. Just go get some bandages."
Usopp nodded and tried to remove himself from Sanji's side, but the cook squeezed his hand again. He looked down at him and smiled lightly. "Don't scare me like that," he frowned. "I thought you were already gone."
"Nah," Sanji sighed, his lips twitching up as he smirked. "I'm not-"
"I said stop talking and get bandages!"