Prompts

“Damnit,” Zoro mutters, immediately heaving the cabinet off of Sanji’s arm, “are you alright?” He asks, bending low next to the blonde who looked at him in a daze.

When he didn't respond, Zoro pulled out his cell and called Chopper, keeping the phone on speaker while waiting for the young girl to answer as he tries to clear some of the mess using a stray towel.

“Hi Zoro!” Chopper’s feminine voice spoke through the speaker. Zoro heard more voices talking behind her and realised the girl must be hanging out with Luffy and Usopp again.

“Hey Chop. Do you mind coming up here? My roommate slipped on the floor and I think he hurt his arm.. And head.”

“What!!???” Chopper squeaked, “I'll be there in a minute Zoro! Put an ice pack on his hand till then!”

Chopper cut the call and Zoro left the phone on the floor as he crouched next to the blond. “Hey,” he patted Sanji’s face, making him groan and look at Zoro more clearly. “Think you can walk?”

Unease settled over Zoro when the blonde didn't reply but just stared at him again. Without thinking, he grabbed the blonde's shoulder and made him sit up - the boy barely had any weight on him. He slung the uninjured arm over himself and grabbed the boy’s waist and started to rise. Sanji seemed to understand and got up too, arm still slung over Zoro’s shoulder, the hand gripping on the limb, as if scared of falling.

They walked to the sofa in the living room and Zoro deposited Sanji there and ran to the fridge to grab the icetray. He fished through the nearby cabinets and found a small old polybag. Cracking out the cubes from the ice tray, he filled the bag with seven to eight cubes and tied the bag shut. He approached Sanji and held the hand the blond was staring at intensely, pushing up the sleeve of the sweatshirt, noticing a red bruise forming midway of wrist and elbow.

Tensed, Zoro set the ice pack on the area. Sanji gasped and almost pulled his hand out from under it but Zoro had a strong grip on it.

“I told you to keep to the right.” Zoro said, looking at Sanji accusingly. “Can't you tell the difference?”

Sanji obviously didn’t understand him but Zoro’s tone made him scrunch his nose. Before he could speak however, the door burst open and Chopper hurried in with Luffy, Usopp and Nami at her heels.

“Where is he? Where is he?” Chopper fretted before noticing the new comer staring at her from the couch. She hurried over to him, Zoro moving aside to let chopper take his place.

Chopper was the youngest in the group, just 15 years old and the cutest human possibly alive. She was wearing a simple A line dress that reached just below her knees and matching sneakers, her short brunette hair framing her sweet features with soft curls. She leaned in on Sanji, removing the ice pack and holding his arm gently in her long dexterous fingers.

“What happened exactly?” She asked, hand moving down to rotate Sanji’s wrist.

“He slipped on the bathroom floor and the cabinet somehow fell on his arm. I think he hurt his head too. He was looking all dazed.” Zoro said, standing near the sofa hand.

Nami walked around the couch and sat down next to Sanji, who looked relieved when he saw her and suddenly started speaking really fast, his words sounding mushed together. Everyone stared, even Chopper as he talked and when he was finally done, Nami and much to everyone's surprise, Luffy, burst out laughing. Nami clapped Sanji on his back and said something in response making Sanji’s eyes widen while Luffy kept on laughing loudly.

“What? What? What did he just say?” Usopp piped in, making everyone look at him instead.

“Zoro!” Luffy gasped from his side, “ Zoro confused the right and left again!”

Chopper shook her head, snickering softly. Getting back to her job, she tapped Sanji softly on his elbow and moved the forearm, bending it, “does this hurt?” She asked.

Nami translated what Chopper said and Sanji shook his head.

“Okay, now?” Chopper rotated the wrist again and Sanji shook his head again, “good. It's not even a sprain. Though this area” she probed on the bruise, “ will hurt. So I'm giving you some anti inflammatory and an antacid.”

Sanji nodded once Nami was done translating. Chopper stood up straight and bent Sanji’s head a little, so that he was looking at his crotch and his messy hair fell on the sides, hiding his face, “where does it hurt?” She asked.

Sanji raised his arm, feeling around the very back of his skull. Chopper hummed as she set to work.  As she did, Luffy sprawled himself on Sanji’s other side. Lanky, short for his age and cheery, Luffy was the head of the student council. His grades were par excellence and he aced in every stream. He was the friendliest guy in the group and the cause of envy for many on campus.

Behind him, Usopp stood with a malicious looking Zoro. Tall, long nosed and intelligent, Usopp was known to be the diplomatic Pinoccio of the school. He skipped lessons, made atrocious excuses, cracked jokes and recited poems and fables of his own making. Right now, he was trying to tell Zoro how to differentiate left from the right.

“It’s very simple Zoro, raise you hands like this,” he rose his arms infront of him, palms facing away and the thumbs joining in the middle, making a topless rectangle. “See? This right angle on the left hand looks like an L. L for left. Easy innit?”

Once Chopper was done shining a torch into Sanji’s eyes and asking him a few questions, she stepped back, “You have a concussion, seems like you fell really hard. You already have a huge bump. Get some sleep and I’ll give you a medicine for nausea and headache.”

“Yes yes Chopper, he will have his rest. Let’s take him out for dinner first!” Luffy slung his arm over Sanji’s shoulder and grinned at him.

“I’m Luffy by the way!” He said, in Tchach and Sanji grinned at him. Luffy’s accent was foreign but he definitely knew Tchach and Sanji was glad he already met another person who understood his language.

“I’m Sanji” he beamed back.

“I know, Nami was telling us all about you when Zoro called her,” Luffy pointed to Chopper who was busy searching for medicines in her bag while Nami told her to calm down.  “Her name is Chopper, we call her Chop and that’s Usopp,” he pointed behind his back to the longnose who looked over at the mention of his name and waved.

Sanji returned the wave and looked on the side, his eyes meeting with Zoro’s for a second before returning his attention to Luffy. When he had first fallen, Sanji had thought that maybe Zoro had messed up the directions on purpose, wanting to make fun of him. But then the way the other boy had reacted when he saw Sanji sprawled on the floor changed his opinion.

Poor lad was directionally challenged.

“We were thinking of eating out, would you like to join us? Chop says you need to rest but I don’t see any harm?”

Not wanting to miss dinner or the opportunity of making friends, Sanji agreed readily.