Law tried to pull away from the cloaked figure and he thought the figure was female but could not be sure. "Drink," she said gently, holding a glass to his mouth.
"Don't…," he started but was cut off with cool liquid entering his mouth.
Amy watched as he swallowed the water she had poured in his mouth when he started to speak. Maybe I should have warned him, she thought dryly as he coughed, Oh well, too late now.
Bepo, pacing the small main room nervously, noticed the room was divided in half; the kitchen on one side and a small table off to the other with a bedroom door. There were no windows, the area lit by a single lantern in the center of the room. A bookshelf was in the far corner with books stacked neatly on the shelves. An overall empty house.
The den den mushi (transponder snail) in his pocket started buzzing. "Hello?" as he pulled out the receiver.
"Bepo," Penguin hesitantly asked, "How is the Captain?"
"I'm not sure," his ears drooped, "She locked me out of the room."
"You left her alone with him?" Shachi and Penguin shouted in unison.
"I'm sorry," he sulked depressingly.
"When his fever breaks he should be fine, but he'll have to stay here for a few more days to make sure he's fully recovered," Amy spoke from behind Bepo quietly.
"But he'll get better right?" the bear perked up instantly.
"I see no reason he shouldn't be so long as he stays in bed," she slipped around him to the kitchen, "But he's sleeping right now."
She rummaged through the fridge and cupboards to start cooking.
*Few Hours Later*
Bepo paced the room cautiously; she had given him blankets and pillows so he could sleep, but he couldn't sleep, not with the Captain like this.
He opened the bedroom door to peek inside. Lying on the bed, Law was tucked under the covers with his hat on the small table to his left. The girl was in a chair by his side, her arms resting on the mattress using them for a pillow. The hood was thrown back revealing her dark hair and pale face as she slept peacefully.
He sat against the wall by the door listening to the sounds of breathing as his eyelids drooped sleepily.
(Author's comment: pitifully short again I know but I have like no inspiration, I had an idea of where to take this and how but I never wrote it down so now I got nothing. I'm sorry, if any of you have suggestions I am all ears. No seriously I'm not kidding help me.)