Almost there
Almost there
title: Almost there
words: 300
pairing: None but Zeff/Sanji fluff
type:fic
rating: PG
Topic: Crack
“It’s not broken but there’s serious crack running along the boy’s tibia. I’ve splinted it and told him to use the crutches, but I suggest you both treat it like it was broken to ensure it heals quicker.”
“The brat’s brain must be broken.” Zeff frowned.
The doctor hummed with an amused smile. Yes. What would posses such a small boy to kick the mast with all of his might?
“IS not!” A small indignant voice returned as Sanji appeared in the doorway, crutches road test apparently over for now.
“Oh you know what you did wrong then, you damn idiot?”
The doctor frowned at the harshness but couldn’t say he disagreed.
“Yeah, I hesitated. Patty had been spewing some shit about the mast having some metal support rods and I suddenly remembered as I was about to hit. Did you see it though?! There is a big crack in the mast now! If I had followed through…”
“We wouldn’t have a damn mast!” The older chef bellowed as a kick sent the boy crutches and all flying into the far wall. “Next time practice on some dine and dashers damn ship! This is our home damn it! Now get back to dish duty, try not to screw up your leg, and do it right next time.”
The boy stood adjusted his crutches and wobbled toward the door after giving an obscene gesture. There was some clomping down the hallway and then a very happy sounding boy shouting. “Carne! He said I did it right! I’ll follow through next time! Where’s Patty? I owe him a kick in the head!”
The doctor noticed an almost proud grin on Zeff’s face. Unsettling.
“I’ll send you my bill.” Was all the doctor could think to say as he fled for the door.
title: Almost there
words: 300
pairing: None but Zeff/Sanji fluff
type:fic
rating: PG
Topic: Crack
“It’s not broken but there’s serious crack running along the boy’s tibia. I’ve splinted it and told him to use the crutches, but I suggest you both treat it like it was broken to ensure it heals quicker.”
“The brat’s brain must be broken.” Zeff frowned.
The doctor hummed with an amused smile. Yes. What would posses such a small boy to kick the mast with all of his might?
“IS not!” A small indignant voice returned as Sanji appeared in the doorway, crutches road test apparently over for now.
“Oh you know what you did wrong then, you damn idiot?”
The doctor frowned at the harshness but couldn’t say he disagreed.
“Yeah, I hesitated. Patty had been spewing some shit about the mast having some metal support rods and I suddenly remembered as I was about to hit. Did you see it though?! There is a big crack in the mast now! If I had followed through…”
“We wouldn’t have a damn mast!” The older chef bellowed as a kick sent the boy crutches and all flying into the far wall. “Next time practice on some dine and dashers damn ship! This is our home damn it! Now get back to dish duty, try not to screw up your leg, and do it right next time.”
The boy stood adjusted his crutches and wobbled toward the door after giving an obscene gesture. There was some clomping down the hallway and then a very happy sounding boy shouting. “Carne! He said I did it right! I’ll follow through next time! Where’s Patty? I owe him a kick in the head!”
The doctor noticed an almost proud grin on Zeff’s face. Unsettling.
“I’ll send you my bill.” Was all the doctor could think to say as he fled for the door.