Revealing in the infirmary
Title: Reveal in the Infirm
topic: Infirmary
words: Too many (457)
rating: PG13 (language)
pairing: ZoSan
“So, What are you in for today?”
Sanji looked across the infirmary at his green haired classmate with a snort. It had sounded a bit too much like prison dialog from some old movie but he supposed that was fitting enough considering Nurse Doctorine’s willingness to tie her injured students to the schools infirmary cots and his current craving for a forbidden (on school grounds) cigarette.
"For some shitty reason they think I'm in need of medical attention."
That took Zoro by surprise. Usually these exchanges were almost bragging and if anyone was going to use the 'I don't know why I'm here.' shpeil it was Zoro, and those were in just dire circumstances.
"Right." He said in disbelief. Picking up Sanji's line from the script they normally would follow.
The door slammed open and the normally tough and fearless boys flinched as the terrifying outline of Doctorine stood in the doorway. For a second it looked like Sanji was going to bolt but then she was on him, holding his head firmly planted in the cot so only the blond fringe covered eye was showing.
"CURTAIN! CURTAIN!" Sanji screeched in a near panic. Instead Doctorine indicated Zoro should come closer with a tilt of her head.
"Nothing doing. You foolish youngsters need to see what comes of your rough housing since I don't seem to be getting through to you."
"Dammit! The marimo didn't do this! Like I'd let him get close enough! The damn long nose hit a fly ball right to my blindspot in gym!"
But it was too late and the woman had swept the hair away to reveal a blue, obviously fake, glass eye. Correction, A broken, partially shattered glass eye. There were shards of thick glass spearing through the blonds eyelid and eyebrow. The main ball seemed set unnaturally back.
"Shit." Zoro fumbled. Not only was Sanji blind in that eye but the injury looked really bad.
The blood drained from Sanji's face.
"Fuck, it’s that bad?"
"Yeah. If they had known about this they'd have taken you to the hospital, what if one of these shards had pierced your brain?"
So he was basically okay then Zoro figured and let out the air he didn’t know he’d been holding.
“Can only be an improvement on the idiot.” He smirked.
“Yuck it up now, asshole, I’m going to kick your ass in a minute!” But Sanji’s tone was one of a relief and Zoro wouldn’t have been surprised if he was smiling. He’s going to be okay and now he knew he wasn’t being pitied.
“Bring it on, eyebrow.”
And he would have if Doctorine hadn’t started strapping he and Zoro to their respective cots to further prevent injury (and annoyance).
topic: Infirmary
words: Too many (457)
rating: PG13 (language)
pairing: ZoSan
“So, What are you in for today?”
Sanji looked across the infirmary at his green haired classmate with a snort. It had sounded a bit too much like prison dialog from some old movie but he supposed that was fitting enough considering Nurse Doctorine’s willingness to tie her injured students to the schools infirmary cots and his current craving for a forbidden (on school grounds) cigarette.
"For some shitty reason they think I'm in need of medical attention."
That took Zoro by surprise. Usually these exchanges were almost bragging and if anyone was going to use the 'I don't know why I'm here.' shpeil it was Zoro, and those were in just dire circumstances.
"Right." He said in disbelief. Picking up Sanji's line from the script they normally would follow.
The door slammed open and the normally tough and fearless boys flinched as the terrifying outline of Doctorine stood in the doorway. For a second it looked like Sanji was going to bolt but then she was on him, holding his head firmly planted in the cot so only the blond fringe covered eye was showing.
"CURTAIN! CURTAIN!" Sanji screeched in a near panic. Instead Doctorine indicated Zoro should come closer with a tilt of her head.
"Nothing doing. You foolish youngsters need to see what comes of your rough housing since I don't seem to be getting through to you."
"Dammit! The marimo didn't do this! Like I'd let him get close enough! The damn long nose hit a fly ball right to my blindspot in gym!"
But it was too late and the woman had swept the hair away to reveal a blue, obviously fake, glass eye. Correction, A broken, partially shattered glass eye. There were shards of thick glass spearing through the blonds eyelid and eyebrow. The main ball seemed set unnaturally back.
"Shit." Zoro fumbled. Not only was Sanji blind in that eye but the injury looked really bad.
The blood drained from Sanji's face.
"Fuck, it’s that bad?"
"Yeah. If they had known about this they'd have taken you to the hospital, what if one of these shards had pierced your brain?"
So he was basically okay then Zoro figured and let out the air he didn’t know he’d been holding.
“Can only be an improvement on the idiot.” He smirked.
“Yuck it up now, asshole, I’m going to kick your ass in a minute!” But Sanji’s tone was one of a relief and Zoro wouldn’t have been surprised if he was smiling. He’s going to be okay and now he knew he wasn’t being pitied.
“Bring it on, eyebrow.”
And he would have if Doctorine hadn’t started strapping he and Zoro to their respective cots to further prevent injury (and annoyance).