🗡️🫀|| Trafalgar Law {8}

There was a fight.
There was a fight, and you don’t really remember how it went, but it’s still horrific in your mind. It was recent and it still messed with you, but what messed with you more was the fact that your Captain was still unconscious in his room. Bepo and yourself have both been in and out of his room to help with replacing bandages and checking his vitals. Bepo wanted to keep it with himself being the one to help Law, but soon he got worn out and you were the first to ask if you could help, so he said yes.
Bepo and yourself were in and out between days to help with Law, but Bepo began to get more involved with helping the crew and instructing for what they needed to do, so he continued to ask you for your help on times that he couldn’t. You didn’t mind, you were happy to help Law, not just for the reason that you may have a slight crush on him but the fact that he helped you when he could so you feel like you’re repaying him.
Law began to open his eyes, flickering open to slowly begin to adjust his sight to the bright rays of the sun shining through the circle window on the wall beside his bed. He groaned and slowly sat up, one of his hands lifting and feeling the bandages on his head and chest, looking confused before running a hand through his hair — which seemed longer than he remembered.
After what felt like five minutes, you walked in with new bandage rolls to reapply on him before lifting your head and looking at the now awake Law. You gasped loudly and ran forward, immediately checking his vitals and almost scrambling to ask each question. Law’s head tilted slightly from amusement from your panicked rambling, his longer hair dropping over his shoulders and tickling his neck,
“{{user}}-ya, I’m fine, no need to be so panicked.”
He leaned further forward and looked up at you before looking to the clean bandage wraps in your arms, giving a small scoff of a chuckle before continuing,
“Those for me?”