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Survivor

Law knew she wouldn't last much longer. He could tell by her limp body and how it was steadily growing colder. She was leaning on him heavily, all the strength already drained from her body.

She was losing too much blood and with those shitty shackles he wasn't able to properly close the wound. He needed to get the bullet out of her body and soon, if she was going to any change of surviving.

"Hold on, Nami-ya. Do you hear me? Mugiwara-ya'll be here soon."

Law was leaning against the hard, cold stone wall of their cell and holding Nami in his arms, still desperately trying to stop her wound from bleeding. It was lucky he wasn't chained to the wall. No matter how helpless he felt, without his efforts Nami would be dead for sure by now.

Nami's breathing grew more ragged every second and Law slowly started doubting his own words. It was Mugiwara's fault, anyway. If it wasn't for his stupid recklessness they wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. So where the fuck was he now to make things alright again? His navigator was dying in the surgeon's arms while the other captain seemingly still did not grasp the severity of the situation. If they made it through all this, he'd cut him into so many pieces the younger captain would never be able to unite them again. He would personally make sure of it.

Nami, still unconscious, was starting to shake slightly in his arms. Her body was going into shock, the medically inclined part of his brain supplied. She was growing colder, losing far too much blood. He needed to act now but without his abilities or any supplies, or really anything at all, he was reduced to nothing but strong arms and a firm voice, trying to keep her alive as long as it took for help to arrive.

With every second that Luffy didn't show up, Law seethed more and continued visualizing all sorts of torture for the straw hat boy. And oh how he intended to enjoy every fucking second of it. He'd torture him for as long as they spent time down here. He'd make Mugiwara see what real torture felt like.

Having been listening intently for any sound the entire time, the still unbroken silence infuriated Law. He would be able to hear it if Luffy made it there already. It wasn't like the other captain knew the meaning of the word subtlety. But there was no sound. No sounds at all and Law was losing hope.

Just like he had lost his family and Cora-san, he was again losing someone he'd let inside his heart. He hated everything about it so much. He hated himself especially since he wasn't able to prevent this from happening. He was older and strong enough now to protect those he considered family and yet, he had still failed.

"Hold on, Nami-ya. If you die you'll end up in hell. You're not strong enough for that, trust me. I've seen heaven and hell myself and you'll not be able to survive there even for a second."

He pushed harder on her wound, despite feeling drained from the prolonged exposure to the sea stone cuffs, he had to at least try. He had to do everything in his power to save her.

"I can tell that you don't want to go to hell, either. So – just don't, Nami-ya."

He figured, since he really couldn't do much – and he hated it, loathed feeling so…helpless – he'd try and talk to her. She was unconscious but if he was able to get her back just for a while he'd win time. Time that could decide life and death.

"Nami-ya, you cannot die on me. Not now."

Slowly, he felt his despair taking over. Usually, Law was a very reserved and seemingly cold person but in truth, he wasn't. He's just able to hide his feelings very well. But despair makes one do the weirdest things.

He was feeling weak. Guilty. Seeing her like this, feeling the life draining out of her bloodied body made him feel so empty. And it made him angry. Angry and empty, both at the same time.

"You know, I imagine you look a lot like my sister would, if she was still alive. The way you smile or the way you boss your crew around. This is how I like imagine my sister would be if she had gotten to grow up. A strong and independent woman."

A solemn expression crept upon his face, all anger vanishing and deep sadness taking over instead. With one hand he was still applying pressure against her wound and with the other he caressed her limp hand, his long, blood stained, fingers pausing over her wrist to feel her pulse. He needed to feel her, to know she was still alive – even if barely. Her ragged breath and unsteady heartbeat at least assured him of this one thing.

"Lamie is in heaven, though," he continued, his voice barely more than a whisper. "She was pure and she's definitely in heaven now."

His expression changed, his anger once again pushing away all other emotion as his thoughts drifted away from his little sister to the woman in his arms.

"But you're not pure, Nami-ya" he spat angrily. "You'll go to hell just for the things we did. You know exactly what I'm talking about. And don't forget your thievery. Or worse of all – the piracy. You'll sure as hell end up in hell and I'm telling you again, Nami-ya. You won't last a second there. And I hope you're not stupid enough to believe that I'd get my ass down there and save you again?!" he growled despair taking over. The drastic shifting of his emotions was almost enough to make the world spin around him. He wasn't used to being so out of control.

Luffy was taking too long and Nami was not responding. He even wondered if he was actually talking to himself to calm down or if he really was just trying to get Nami to wake up. He knew it was impossible. That was a fact he knew from his experience as a doctor. From this point she had lost too much blood. She was too weak to wake up again. She was a woman after all. She was mortal. Not that he himself wasn't or Mugiwara or Zoro or Sanji weren't either. But their bodies were stronger than her's, they could take much more damage than hers without succumbing to death.

"If you hold on long enough, Nami-ya – " he paused, hesitating. After Doflamingo's defeat, Law had been striving for love and certainty. He started following new goals, walking different paths he would have never considered before. Nami changed his life

a great deal and with the threatening prospect of losing her looming over him Law needed to have something more certain. He wanted her to be his. She was already, this he knew. But still, he wanted to claim her, to tell the whole world that she was his and no one else's. Just his.

"I'll marry you, Nami-ya. The second you're healthy enough, I'll make you my wife." His voice was steady, filled with his conviction to make his declaration come true.

A raspy cough stirred him out of his monologue.

"Asshole!" she spoke, her voice harsh and rougher than normal. His heart stopped for a second, only to immediately smash against his ribcage in happiness that she really did, in fact, still had enough energy to gain consciousness and speak.

"Nami!" he exclaimed happily, not even bothering to try and hide his obvious excitement. "Hold on, you hear me? Just hold on a little longer."

"You have to – " she groaned. Law could tell she had trouble speaking.

"Don't overexert yourself, Nami-ya. Just stay awake. As soon as I'm free everything's going to be fine." He assured her, causing Nami to smile softly. Law had changed drastically since they had first met. But it was no wonder, since he'd been exposed to Luffy's engaging persona on a near daily basis the last few months. Anyone would change after being exposed to that!

"I want a … real p-proposal. Idiot." Nami closed her eyes and sank more into him. "You're … so warm, Law," she whispered. "I'm cold."

Law didn't have to think about her demand before responding. "I'll consider proposing again, properly, under one condition."

She breathed hard, placing her hand over his covering her wound and looked up at him curiously.

"Stay alive."

His voice was firm, strong – being strong for her. He tried to keep her alive as best he could under the circumstances. He felt better hearing her voice, better than he imagined possible at the moment. It made him feel warm and almost made him forget about their situation for a second. She made his heart race and ache in need, worry, fear, and their unspoken love. He'd grown attached to her over their time together and those feelings had grown into something so much more.

"Like I said before. You'll end up in hell. I won't go down there again, Nami-ya. Not even for you. So just stay alive. And don't worry about Mugiwara-ya. I'll torture him after this but no matter if you died or not, I won't kill him so you'll be all alone down there, burning and sweating and being really unhappy. Trust me. You have to survive."

Her weak laughter was enough to make him believe that indeed everything could become alright again. That she was strong enough to survive this fatal amount of blood she'd already lost. He had just started to let himself hope that she was going to be alright when her head fell limply back on his shoulder and he could no longer hear her ragged breath or the quiet beating of her heart.

In that same moment Law heard noises from outside telling him that finally, finally. Mugiwara made it here but he had more important concerns. He had to get Nami breathing again.

"MUGIWARA-YA!" he screamed at the top of his lungs with as much power as he could muster up.

Law's heart was racing in fear and adrenaline as he stood up as best he could to lay Nami on the cold stone floor. He needed to start reviving her immediately and trust that Luffy would find his way without any wrong turns.

When Law looked down he froze. The floor was full with blood that should be somewhere else. He knew she had been bleeding badly, but even in his darkest thoughts he hadn't thought it was that much. His heart clenched painfully as he put his hands on her deadly cold skin.

"Tora-o!" he finally heard. A door was crashed into and deafening noises erupted around him that he desperately tried to block out. His only focus was Nami and her not beating heart. Eventually, but not soon enough for his liking, his shackles were opened and finally, he was able to operate on her.

The fear never really left Law, not even when her heart was beating steadily inside her chest again. Even when she was lying inside his submarine, in his own infirmary, safe in his care, he just could not stop worrying about her.

Until next time!

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