As neither Franky or Robin could leave the hospital and Zoro and Sanji were too over the limit to drive there, the teacher had immediately called for a taxi and he'd shown Zoro out through the back door at the back of the kitchen. He'd planned to leave Zoro at the taxi but somehow, and he really wasn't quite sure how, he'd ended up in the back of the vehicle too and now they were both driving off to the hospital where Tony was. Zoro tried calling Franky but both times it rang out to voicemail and he eventually relented with a growl and a slam of his finger on the lock button at the top but he kept checking every minute for a message.

There was a tense atmosphere in the back of the taxi and neither man could talk though Zoro was bouncing his leg anxiously and the fingers of his free hand were clutched into the plush of his seat. Sanji couldn't offer anything that would help and he didn't want to annoy Zoro or, even worse, worry him more by saying the wrong thing unintentionally. He turned his head and looked at his feet on the floor, he hoped Tony was okay and that whatever had happened wasn't bad.

When they pulled up Sanji insisted quite firmly that he would pay the driver and Zoro should go to his son. Zoro gave him a look of immeasurable gratitude and took off like a man on a mission, nodding when Sanji called after him saying he would be in the waiting room if he needed anything. After paying the driver, he set off in search of the A&E waiting room a nauseating feeling of worry in his stomach for both Tony and Zoro.

If Robin hadn't been waiting outside one of the cubicles to grab him, Zoro would have run straight past where his friends and, more importantly, his son were. He went to push the curtain aside and go in but Robin blocked his path and shushed him before he could voice a complaint.

"I want to tell you what happened and catch you up on everything before you go in, okay?" She said, "Tony tripped and fell down the stairs. He's hit his head pretty hard, but he was carrying something- I think it was the glass cup you had in the bathroom- and he must have filled it with water for something without asking us and when he fell… well…" She looked him in the eyes, "It smashed and he cut his cheek and his hand on it. It won't scar, but I wanted to tell you before you saw."

Zoro nodded, his heart clenching at the news of his son's accident, "Thanks, Robin."

"Franky's in there with him now, but you can go in. I'll be in the waiting room."

Zoro didn't need any more prompting and went in and his heart almost shattered at the sight of his son. Tony was sat on the examination bed, clinging onto Franky's arm and sniffling every so often, and when he saw his father he immediately let go and held out his little arms in front of him with a cry, "Dad!"

Zoro swooped in and picked him up instinctively, holding him close as Tony wrapped his arms and legs around his waist and chest and began to cry. Zoro had one arm under his little hips and the other hooked around his back where his hand reached up to stroke soothingly at his son's curly head of hair, murmuring sweet reassurances in his ear.

"It's okay, Tony." Zoro soothed, beginning to feel a damp patch form from the hot tears, "It's okay. I'm here. Dad's here." He looked up with sigh of relief, "You're alright, you're alright…"

He managed to coax Tony to look up at him, but his son wouldn't let Zoro put him down so he had to sit onto the bed next to Franky where he took a good look at the bandage taped to Tony's cheek. The skin underneath was hot and probably sore and the bandage itself was waterproof which was lucky because of Tony's crying. He felt the coarseness of the gauze on his son's hand and looked down at his son's face- thank God he was okay. Tony sniffled and pressed his face back into the crook of his father's neck and Zoro pressed a gentle kiss on top of his head.

"It's okay, Tony, I'm here."

Sanji was practically biting his nails off as he sat in the overly comfortable waiting room chair. He was itching for a smoke and he'd learnt now that it was useless going to the desk to ask for any news. He was checking his phone for any sort of message from Zoro a woman sat down next to him.

"You must be Sanji."

Sanji looked to see one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Her black hair was pulled back off her stunning face with its pale blue eyes. She looked to be of Asian ethnicity and she smiled at him softly, "Zoro's told me so much about you. I'm Robin."

Sanji returned his name and instantly asked the question he'd been dying to get the answer to, "How's Tony? Is he okay? Is Zoro okay?"

"They're fine," She said and was quiet a moment whilst Sanji let out a sigh of relief, finally releasing his worries that something truly awful had happened to Tony. Robin hummed, "You stayed around this long?" She asked, sounding slightly surprised.

"Yeah. I was worried about Tony," Sanji said, and he genuinely meant it. This wasn't just some ploy to act like he was caring just to get Zoro to like him more. No, he cared about Tony and he cared about Zoro- he didn't want to see anything bad happen to either of them.

"The doctor said he'll be okay." She affirmed and then smiled, as if she knew something he didn't and he had yet to find out, "I see why he likes you." She said.

Sanji blinked, "Huh?"

Robin smoothed it over as if she had said nothing, "Let's get them some tea and coffee. I'm sure they'll appreciate it."

Sanji nodded and followed alongside her but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was watching and calculating every move he made with her beautiful pale blue eyes.