Stitches

Characters: Law, Penguin, Shachi. Rating: K+. Warnings: blood

There was a crash from the kitchen and Law - slowly making his way there for breakfast - accelerated his pace. Crashes meant accidents, and accidents meant injuries, and it was quite frankly stupid to assume the idiots that comprised his nakama hadn't got hurt.

In the months he'd known them, Penguin and Shachi had proven that they weren't the type to shy away from things that might hurt. It was useful for training. Not so useful for stupid accidents.

"I think you need stitches!" Shachi's voice was high with panic, and Law sped up a little more. "That looks deep!"

"What happened?" he demanded, slamming the door open to see both teenagers on the floor, surrounded by what looked like half the cooking equipment.

"Shachi was trying to get at the spare sugar," Penguin explained. There was blood on his hand, which he was pressing against his upper arm firmly. "He didn't get it." A sharp glare got sent the ginger's way. "I told you to ask Bepo."

"Why was it up there in the first place?" Shachi snapped back, before turning to Law. "Penguin's arm got cut by a falling knife. It looks deep!"

"Let me see." Law picked his way carefully past the deluge of kitchenware on the floor. "Shachi, clear this up before there are any more accidents." The ginger hesitated for a moment, but Law shot him a glare and he scrambled to do as he was told.

Under his scrutiny, Penguin slowly moved his hand from the wound and Law inspected it closely. There was a lot of blood, which no doubt contributed to Shachi's panic, but it didn't look too serious.

Still, it needed cleaning and dressing - and if Shachi was right, stitches. Law was inclined to think it wasn't that bad, though.

"Infirmary," he ordered, and Penguin nodded, carefully making his way to his feet and skirting around the carnage Shachi was still cleaning up. "Shachi, I want this kitchen tidy before you leave it. Penguin will be fine."

His initial reaction was right, he determined once they were in the infirmary and the wound was cleaned. Glancing, not deep. No stitches required, although he did make Penguin wear a sling so he didn't move it too much.

He was just finishing up when Shachi skated into the room, stumbling to an awkward stop and breathing heavily.

"No running in the ship!" Law snapped. Shachi nodded but Law was fairly certain he wasn't listening.

"Penguin?"

"I'm fine," the older boy said, standing up. "It was just a scratch."

"But it needed stitches!"

"No, it didn't," Law interjected. "It looked worse than it was."

"I like proving you wrong," Penguin shrugged. "You said it needed stitches, so it didn't."

Law sighed, hoping they didn't think that was what had actually happened - for a duo of injury magnets, their medical knowledge was dreadful. He'd started teaching them the basics, but it seemed like there was a long, long way to go.

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