Well, here are my first scenarios! @kyokorenea was kind enough to give me my first three, so I hope you all enjoy them!
“We should get that looked at.” -Zoro
As a Straw Hat, you were used to toppling corrupt governments, being dragged into untamed wilds, and battling the ever-changing nature of the Grand Line.
Generally speaking, pain and blood were not exactly foreign concepts, especially when your boyfriend was a man like Roronoa Zoro.
Leg pinned under a boulder and still reeling from your head smacking hard into the ground, you wondered if his less-than-stellar medical record was rubbing off on you.
Blinking through the spinning pain, you managed to focus on the rather concerned face of said swordsman, who was already slicing the boulder into more manageable chunks.
“Hey, Zoro…” You voiced, tongue strangely numb and uncoordinated, and hissed at a sharp stab of pain when the chunks of rock were lifted off.
“Shit…” Zoro grunted, eyeing the uncomfortable angle of your knee. “We should get that looked at.”
“It’s not that bad…” You argued, shoving upright with a hitch of breath at jostling your quickly-bruising leg. “Just...Just need a stick, or…”
A strangled squeak popped loose at being lifted, automatically grabbing at his shoulders and wincing as he adjusted your injured leg over an elbow.
“What you need is Chopper.” He stated firmly, turning to start walking down the nearest path.
“Alright…” You gave in, resting your aching head on his shoulder. “But you should be going the other way.”
Cursing about how the mountain kept rearranging itself, Zoro turned on a heel and started marching in the other direction as you hid a smile.
“Take a deep breath, you’ll be fine.” -Law
To say you were ‘accident-prone’ would be the understatement of the century.
There was even a sign up in the rec room proclaiming how many days it had been since your last visit to the infirmary, and your record so far was three.
“I’m going to start covering you in bubble-wrap.” Law groused, and you frowned at a firm touch to your badly-bruised shoulder, squirming. “Take a deep breath, you’ll be fine.”
Following his instructions, you tried not to wiggle or flinch as your captain carefully inspected for broken bone, a dislocated joint, pinched nerves, or whatever else could be trying to hide under the swelling.
“Care to explain how you unmoored an entire bookcase that was bolted to the wall?”
“Luck?” You offered, yelping at a firmer press to the crease of your armpit.
“Every time I take my eyes off you, [Name]-ya, you’ve somehow fallen on something, had something fall on you, or simply toppled over the railing on deck. Which is impressive, since most of what falls is bolted to solid metal. If I let you off the Tang, it would be a disaster.”
“I’m not that bad!” You argued, fingers wiggling to show there was nothing blocking the nerves.
“So that quicksand pit just happened to form spontaneously under your foot on that last island?”
“It was a Devil’s Fruit power, I swear!”
Law rolled his eyes, grabbing up a small tub of salve once his evaluation revealed nothing worse than deep bruising.
“I can’t imagine how you’ve even survived this long with luck like that, [Name]-ya.”
You could only pout in response, stubbornly staring at the wall as he spread the cool balm, and Law released a sigh as the silence settled.
Glancing over at that tone, you tried to read the captain’s expression as he wrapped up your shoulder, confused by the faint color he attempted to hide in the shadows of his hat.
“When we make port, you’ll need to stay by my side. As long as you’re with me, I’ll make sure nothing hurts you.”
Heat crept up your face, heart doing a neat flip against constraining ribs, you smiled shyly at the vaguely embarrassed hunch of Law’s shoulders as he worked.
“Whatever you say, captain.”
“On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?”-Law
When it came to you, there were moments Law questioned his own sanity.
How else could he explain falling in love with a woman that somehow turned things like boiling water and walking across the deck into life-or-death emergencies?
What other explanation was there for putting himself through this?
“It wasn’t my fault.” You argued, pouting as he cleaned a scrape on your cheek with an alcoholic swab. “That tree came out of nowhere! And Shachi pushed me!”
“It’s because of Shachi you didn’t somehow impale yourself on a branch.” Law retorted, gently taking your hand to check none of the fingers had been dislocated or broken in the collision.
There was an instinctive twitch, the digits curling inward just slightly, and he was careful while examining the mottled bruising already blossoming up your arm.
“On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?”
“Four?” You offered after a moment’s consideration, earning a skeptically-raised brow.
“Your elbow is clearly dislocated.”
“The fact that I believe you is slightly worrying.” Law admitted, noting the swelling was at least not so bad anymore. “Room.”
Your pain tolerance may have been almost as high as Luffy’s, but that hardly meant he should put you through more without good reason.
Levering the joint back into place with his abilities was the work of a few moments, and he secured the splint with everything short of industrial-strength glue to ensure it would stay in place while hopefully preventing any further injury.
“Keep this on for at least three weeks, and try not to fall on it.” He instructed, fitting on a sling before checking the bandages for the other scrapes you had gotten from that ‘unexpected’ meeting with the tree.
Only experience, and a timely Takt, kept you from slipping right off the medical cot onto your face.
A squeak escaped you at being scooped up into Law’s arms, who smirked at your surprise as he strode out of the infirmary.
“I suppose I’ll have to keep a close eye on you to be sure there’s no backslide in your recovery.”
“Yeah?” You spoke up, starting to smile. “What do you recommend for that, doctor?”
Opening the door to their shared quarters with a Takt, Law laid you out on the bed, caged in by his arms as heat flashed through you.
“I’m sure we can think of a couple remedies…”
