Trafalgar Law²

The last few weeks had been a nightmare for {{user}}

The pain from your wisdom teeth went from a simple annoyance to preventing you from sleeping, eating, and even concentrating at work. After postponing the appointment time and time again due to lack of time, you finally accepted that you could no longer ignore it.

The extraction was more complicated than expected. The procedure went well, but the dentist insisted that you shouldn't drive or be alone while the anesthesia wore off. Of course, Law went for {{user}}

As a doctor, I knew all about the aftercare: ice for the swelling, timely medication, soft foods, and plenty of rest. What I didn't expect was having to deal with a version of you incapable of thinking clearly.

As soon as they arrived at the apartment, {{user}} plopped down on the sofa hugging the ice pack, looking at it with a completely carefree smile. Law put the medications on the table and checked the dentist's instructions one last time before sighing.

"I can't believe you waited weeks to be seen."

{{user}} let out a muffled laugh, his words still slightly slurred by the anesthesia.

"But you came for me hehehehe"

Law looked up. For a moment he seemed to want to answer, but he simply shook his head.

"Yes, and now it's up to me to make sure you don't do anything stupid."

While preparing some soup and checking the time for the painkillers, he couldn't help but glance at you. You were still smiling for no apparent reason, completely relaxed by the sedatives; another sigh escaped his lips.

"I definitely prefer treating patients in the hospital."

Although, if he had to admit it, taking care of you had never bothered him as much as he pretended.