this guy was obviously shaken up, but that much was none of law’s problem. he was a doctor, not a therapist, his job wasn’t catering to the feelings of others, just to bring back their physical well being. although the ope ope no mi could do a lot, it took more than fancy tricks to heal scars on the soul. he knew that more than anyone.
“car?” he repeated the unknown word with a questioning voice, trying to make sense of what the guy was saying. so he’d dumped here from somewhere else it seemed. was there a devil fruit involved? the only one law knew capable of such a feat belonged to a man no longer by his own senses, so imagining him using it on such a babbling weakling nevertheless seemed incomprehensible.
although he had no obligations to answer the guy’s questions, he remained thoughtful, careful as he began speaking. “’here’ is dressrosa, commonly known as the island of love and passion. more accurately, you have crash landed on the polar tang, my ship, and currently find yourself in a storeroom within.” was the guy even listening to him? law clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“oi, listen when someone speaks will you? i’m not running a charity here.” what was even up with those names he rattled off? never in his life had law heard of names like that, but he supposed the oceans were vast and plentiful and that this guy must originate from some place he was not familiar with. “you have a mild concussion from the looks of it, so i would suggest not moving around too much. of course if you want to go ahead and kill yourself so stupidly it’s not my problem, but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth to have a patient waste his life like that after i’ve had my hands on him. it’s not good for my reputation.”
crossing his arms, law stared down at the sorry excuse of a man before him. “i don’t know anything about these ‘friends’ of yours. this was the only crash i heard.”
tw: medicine/opioid mention
‘Dressrosa?’ Where in the name of all that’s holy was that?! Jonghyun wracked his brains desperately in an attempt to try and remember if he’d read about it at any time between High School and University. If this guy was speaking Japanese, then it had to be a territory of Japan, right? Although Jonghyun could never remember hearing of such a place in either a historical or modern context, all hostilities between his homeland and Japan aside.
(Also, ‘the island of love and passion?’ What?)
He was brought back from his musings sharply when the stranger yelled at him to pay attention and Jonghyun’s infamous temper began to flare instantly, colour rising to his cheeks as he prepared a retort. Only for it to die in his throat and the colour to drain from his face as he’s told that his friends weren’t with him, that he was in the middle of god knows where, alone.
“T-that’s impossible! They were right there with me! How could be we all be in the water one minute and the next, I’m the only one here?! That’s bullshit!”
A tiny, rational, part of him knows he’s being somewhat ungrateful given that this man had somehow found him and saved him from drowning. But that was quickly shoved aside by the fact that said ‘saving’ had be done by stabbing him twice. Even if it was painless.
This was a dream, it had to be.
“I.. no. No, I get it now. I’m hallucinating, amn’t it?” Jonghyun asked with a mirthless laugh. “I’m probably just in a hospital out of my mind on morphine or something, that has to be it. I mean, thanks for helping me, seonsaengnim, but you can put me to sleep or whatever now so this can end. I won’t trouble you anymore, I promise.”
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