Law was tired. In fact, he'd been tired for many, many years. He could never get enough sleep and the fact that he was one of the top doctors at Heart Hospital meant that he was always running back and forth from one surgery to another. He'd prefer it that way though. Medicine was his passion and he'd always been praised for his skills. He couldn't see himself doing anything else.
He wasn't, the best, at talking to patients, but he was getting better. People often called him the Miracle Surgeon since his patient death rate was so unbelievably low. His title made him famous among all hospitals in the area and even beyond borders. But he had no interest in fame. Fortune? Maybe.
Ever since he'd graduated from Grand Line Medical School, (many years early for that matter) he'd been tirelessly working with patients and in labs performing research. His golden eyes were often dim and disinterested and his dark hair messy.
"Law!" A bright, cheery voice called to him.
The surgeon turned to see a young boy with light brown hair peeking into his office. Law sighed, Chopper was unbelievably young to be doing residency at Heart Hospital but also incredibly smart. His timidness needed to be remedied first before he could become a real doctor though.
"What can I do for you?"
"There's a new patient for you. In Room 206."
"Tell them I'll be there in a few."
"Okay!" The boy chirped, hurrying off like the March Hare.
Law massaged his glabella. While he loved a challenge, he was often sent patients with the most difficult diseases and surgeries to perform. He knew it was because they trusted that he could pull it off, but it was so goddamn draining.
"My name is Dr. Trafalgar Law. How can I help you?"
Without even looking at the patient, Law sat down at their bedside. Then, golden eyes locked with azure. A woman with long black hair and bright eyes stared at him with a curt smile.
"Hello Dr. Law, I'm here because I think I have cancer."
Cancer? Well, that's nothing new. Maybe the hospital's finally giving me a break.
"Have they tested your cells?"
"Here." A nurse named Bepo passed him a file.
"Leukemia..." Law read.
"I've known for a few weeks now. I was skeptical about getting it treated but my friends convinced me that I should at least give it a try."
"Well, it's good that you listened to them." Law grunted, getting up from his seat. "Leaving leukemia untreated can be fatal."
"Can you do it?" She asked quietly.
"I couldn't hear you-"
"Can you fix me? I'd rather not waste anybody's time if there's no point-"
"Every life is precious." Law cut her off. "And it's my job to make sure every life gets to live out its full potential."
The woman leaned back into the bed, slightly shocked by the doctor's response. The Miracle Surgeon scratched his head and then called for Bepo to begin chemotherapy as soon as possible.
"Thank you, Doctor." The woman smiled.
"For what."
"For showing that you care."