Anonymous requested:
maybe for the fanfic tropes mash-up zonami nr.8 hospital au + nr. 75 bed-sharing? I hope iām doing this right, itās the first time i am requesting something
If you guys want a part two, just request it and Iāll be happy to write it! I totally accidentally invested myself in this story ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ.
Warmth. His strong arm draped over her shoulder, his breath stirring the stray hairs on her pillow. She sighed happily and curled up tighter under the weighted blanket.
Ā Ā Nami?
Ā Ā "Laisse-moi," she mumbled, turning her back to the voice so her front was pressed against Zoro's chest.
Ā Ā Nami!
Ā Ā āMamanā¦?ā She shuddered. Suddenly, the blankets weight seemed oppressive, the air thick. A whimper escaped her lips.
Ā Ā āNami! Are youā?ā Usoppās voice cut through the fog of her mind. With a gasp, Nami bolted upright, throwing the blankets off her body.
Ā Ā āāokay?ā He stared at her, confused. āI didnāt know you spoke French.ā
Ā Ā āI forgot,ā she said simply. Partially true. It was just that forgetting was harder when you slept. She wiped her face and was surprised to find tears wetting her palms. āWhat am I doing here?ā
Ā Ā Usopp sighed. āLong story. How do you feel?ā
Ā Ā āIād feel better if I knew what was wrong with me,ā Nami shot back.
Ā Ā āYou really donāt remember?ā he asked, then shook his head. āChopper said that might happen. You remember that mist, though, donāt you?ā
Ā Ā āOf course,ā she replied, surprised. The blob that haunted the peripheral of her maps confused everyone on board, but it especially frustrated Nami. The crew had tried to avoid it, but eventually they had no choice but steer the ship through its mass. Nami could recall the crew on deck, everyone assigned to a station, all anxiously watching the horizon. Thenā
Ā Ā She rubbed her eyes, pressing her fists against her head until spots bloomed in her vision. āI remember we saw, like, this reddish fog, and then I feltā¦ā
Ā Ā Heat. Burning, searing heat. It stole the air around her and pressed against her skin. Her lips cracked and her skin tightened on her bones as she choked on the air, suddenly too heavy for her to inhale.
Ā Ā They had been expecting monsters, Marines. Not nature in its full force.
Ā Ā āThe heat got us all.ā Usoppās voice faded back into existence as her memories reached a dead end. āChopper got the brunt of it, with his fur and all, and most everyone ended up with a variety of burns.ā
Ā Ā Nami looked down at her skin, noticing, for the first time, the red patches on her skin. āSo, why are Zoro and Iā¦?ā
Ā Ā A thought came to her, back from the day she dedicated herself to an anatomy textbook she had bought (more like stolen, but that merchant deserved it) and read while leaning on Zoroās shoulder, reading aloud the most interesting passages while he pretended to understand, the sound of water lapping at the portholes of his bedroom lulling him to sleep. He had made an off-handed complaint about his arms feeling sore, and she pointed at a line about heatās loosening effect on muscles. All the heat from the mist, enveloping him in a matter of secondsā¦.
Ā Ā She rested her hand on Zoroās arm, panic rising in her throat. Sure enough, the muscles under his skin felt differentālooser, deflated. Weak.
Ā Ā āYou steered the ship away from the mist,ā Usopp continued, his voice soft. āI saw you stumble to the mast and grab the wheel and justā¦.ā Nami could detect a hint of awe and pride as he spoke. āYou dragged yourself through the worst of the storm to save us.ā
Ā Ā She didnāt feel brave. āWill he be okay?ā she whispered, scared of his answer.
Ā Ā Usopp coughed to cover his knowing smirk. āHeāll need physical therapy, a lot of work, but we can fix what the heat did.ā
Ā Ā Nami choked back a sob of relief. āThank you,ā she murmured. She buried her head in Usoppās shoulder, squeezing him in a tight, shaky hug. He mussed her hair playfully when she released him. āPlease donāt tell anyone else Iām awake,ā she said, and he nodded, closing the door behind him with a quiet clack.
Ā Ā She waited until she heard his footsteps recede from the doorway, heard her crewmatesā voices rumbling through the floorboards, before she collapsed back into bed. She pressed her lips against Zoroās chest, letting her hot tears soak the thin shirt covering his skin, and prayed, prayed to anyone she could think of. Bellemere, Nojiko⦠heal him, please, please, donāt let him suffer like this, please, save himā¦.
Ā Ā Under the fabric of his shirt, Nami felt his arm twitch.








