TheMasterSushi13...have no idea. It's just in me to leave a cliffhanger. Love keeping the readers guessing. You know, the suspense and all. TO EVERYONE ELSE, thanks for continuing with the reading. We are 3/4 done with the story, I think :P lol. Well, they'll be another update after this one. Hope you enjoy. To the favouriter's thank you really means a lot. Thanks for all the support Maybelady, it's appreciated. Well, here we go:

Chopper was unable to sleep. He could not help but think of how Luffy was doing. They had heard Ace had died and now, Shanks was laying in his death bed. He felt the burden on his shoulder's. Luffy had specifically chosen him to be the ship's doctor. He had chosen a monster like him to take care of everyone else, he had put all his trust in him and with Shanks' coming death, the trust was going to be broken.

Devastated, he walked towards the room to find Zoro laying in a chair. Something was different. He looked at the heart monitor. Shanks' heart rate had been stabilised, everything about him fine. He opened Shanks' blankets to find that he had a new dressing, his stitches neatly done. There was no sign of poisoning. Chopper let out a sigh of relief as tears of joy rolled down his cheeks.

As he wiped away the tears he took a better look at the stitches. There was something about them. It was not merely the hand of just another pirate who had done them. They looked experienced, clumsy, but almost as good as his own. As his hoof traced the stitches, he could tell that they had been done with love and care. He knew fully well that no one in the ship was capable of such skill. It had to be Hawkeye Mihawk. The fact that he had done it in secret meant that he probably didn't want anyone to know. Respecting his wishes, Chopper decided to remain silent about the whole incident.

He checked his temperature and other things as per usual before leaving Sanji to enter with the food for Zoro. He smiled as he talked about the progress with him. Sanji just smiled weakly, "that is good news."

"Oh, where is Luffy?" Chopper asked as he stood at the door, "I want to go fishing with him before we reach the next island."

Sanji froze and kept walking towards Zoro as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Luffy...eh"

"I'll go check on h-"

"No!" Sanji bellowed as he turned round,realising his voice had been raised, "I mean no. He does not wish to be disturbed. He is having a hard time with all of this. I will definitely pass the message on. I'm sure he would love to go fishing."

Chopper nodded without questioning Sanji and left. Sanji took a deep breath and exhaled. That was close. If anyone were to find out what he had done, there could be trouble.

He shook Zoro to wake up.

"Ero-cook," Zoro mumbled half asleep as he looked at Sanji. He looked at the golden hair lingering over his eye and the cigarette in his mouth. His eyes quickly opened as he got up and walked past Sanji, "SHANKS!"

He looked at the red haired who rested in bed. Sanji watched as Zoor gently stroked Shanks' face, with a smile on his face, "you look so much better now...Shanks."

"I brought your breakfast," Sanji choked, "idiot swordsman."

"Yeah yeah," Zoro muttered as he waved dismissively at Sanji, "I'll eat it later. Just leave it there."

His eyes did not move from Shanks as he talked. Unable to take any more of it, Sanji marched out the room to find Robin conveniently at the door like usual. It had been a while since he had fawned over the girls. It was only a matter of time before people began to question if he truly had a perverse personality. The years of faking nosebleeds and turning to stone would have all been to waste.

"ROBIN-CHWAAN!" he grinned as his eyes changed into heart shapes, "you look gorgeous!"

"Thanks cook," Robin smiled.

"I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU SOMETHING DELICIOUS TO EAT SO THAT YOUR BODY MAY FLOURISH," he wiggled away, "IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES!"

When Sanji was out of sight, Robin quietly said, "not too shabby," before walking into the room to find Zoro eating on the bed whilst his eyes where fixed on Shanks. She wanted to see what Mihawk had done the night before. He had acted rather suspiciously when they had sat together like always. Something was troubling him.