Upon request, all pronouns are she/her.
Also, Mod Miny is playing with a few headcanons in a couple of these.
Kid: He felt like absolute hell. Literal shit. And he was not happy about it. Kid was the worst patient a doctor could have. It was part of the reason why he never went to get treatment for any of his injuries. Nobody ever wanted to deal with him. Hell, the only reason he was in the hospital now was because he’d been unconscious when his crew brought him.
He’d lost his fucking arm.
_________ came by the visit him every day, looking less than pleased each time she walked into the room. Kid couldn’t exactly blame her. He was fucking irritated too. But he was the one that was injured. Not her.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Kid demanded. God he hated being stuck in this hospital bed. He couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of here.
“You almost died, dumbass,” was her hot reply. “Just because I can patch up most of your injuries doesn’t mean I’m as good as a real doctor. What you did was reckless.”
“That fucker tried to take you.”
“You should have just let him. I could’ve handled myself there.”
“Nobody takes my crew away from me.”
“You lost your fucking arm for me!”
Law: Despite being a doctor, Law was not very good at being a patient. He was restless, and he already knew all of the things that were needed for his treatment. He wasn’t sure why ________ had insisted upon bringing him here in the first place. There wasn’t anything in this hospital that he didn’t already have on the ship. All he needed was an extra set of…
The thought stopped him as he looked back down to where his right arm once was. Even after reattaching it in Dressrosa, his body had rejected it as though it were a foreign object. It was more than frustrating. It was infuriating!
“You need to rest,” ________ insisted as she entered the room, pressing against his good shoulder to force him to lie back down.
“I need to be on my ship,” he answered easily, but his girlfriend shook her head.
“You can do that after we deal with the necrosis on your arm.”
“What remains of it.” If he sounded sullen, he didn’t care. He was the Surgeon of Death. He was a Shichibukai. Something as simple as reattaching a limb shouldn’t have been difficult for him. But even his powers had their limit, he supposed. And he hated. it. _________ rested a hand to his cheek, forcing him to look her in the eyes.
“Silly man. Your ability isn’t magic.”
Bartolomeo: _________ smiled softly as she watched Bartolomeo sleep soundly in the hospital bed. He’d sustained so many injuries in his latest battle that it seemed only right to bring him to see proper medical care. Especially given the way he had pushed himself so hard to be of use to the Straw Hat Pirates. _________ knew how much he idolized them, and while she was upset by how injured he was, she was happy that Bartolomeo got to see his hero in action. He shifted suddenly, slowly coming back into the waking world, and the first thing he saw was ___________’s smiling face. It was funny that she was the only person who had ever bothered to get close to him, because she came off as such a soft person and he was known as ‘The Cannibal’. Of course, that was because nobody knew what a crazy killer she could be in a fight.
“I got you something to make you feel better,” she said, extending a simple card towards him. Bartolomeo took it, and couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw that it was signed by each and every member of the Straw Hat pirate crew with messages of thanks.
Doctors needed to be called in to restart his heart after that.
Hawkins: He had been in the hospital for three days now, and he still hadn’t awoken. It only made _________ worry more and more with each passing moment that Hawkins remained motionless in the stark, white bed. She hadn’t left his side the whole time, even when doctors had tried to escort her out when visiting hours ended. They learned after the first evening not to tamper with her.
When Hawkins had told her the reading in his cards only a few days prior, she hadn’t thought it would be so serious. He’d mentioned that he would fall ill, but he had seemed completely unconcerned. So _________ hadn’t given it much thought. Until he had started coughing up blood and promptly passed out on the battlefield. _________ reached out a hand and placed it upon his burning forehead.
“I wish you would be more clear with me sometimes,” she murmured. “I’m not as good as you at reading the cards.” Hawkins stirred and, after a moment, slowly opened his eyes. He was greeted by a teary-eyed, grinning woman.
Marco: He still felt like hell from the last fight he’d been in, but he hadn’t thought much of it until he’d been left completely unable to move. The rest of the crew still hadn’t quite let him live it down, getting taken down by exhaustion. Marco let them have their laughs. They didn’t get to do much of that anymore. _________, for her part, was always helping the nurses take care of him. Really, all he needed was bed rest and to stay hydrated. It wasn’t anything major. But _________ was insistent and he couldn’t very well deny her anything.
“The rest of the crew is staying out of trouble,” she said as she walked into the room today. “Jozu has been keeping everyone in line while you’re in here.”
“It’s still over a hundred people-yoi,” Marco reasoned, but ________ merely rolled her eyes at him.
“And you’ve been keeping them all taken care of since Oyaji…” She cleared her throat. Even two years later, nobody could really say what had happened. “My point is, even you can take a break once in a while.”