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"Achoo!" Nami sneezed, as she grabbed another tissue out of the tissue box.
Sanji came inside the room, a look of worry painted onto his face.
"What are you in the mood for?" He asked.
"I could go for some eggs.." Nami sniffled, tossing the used tissue into the bin near the bed.
"Alright! I'll be back with your meal, m'lady." Sanji formally bowed as he leaned back up and trotted away to the kitchen.
Nami was giggling until it was interrupted by an.. "Achoo!"
Back with Sanji in the kitchen, the man already started making breakfast:
Some sunny side up, perfectly cooked bacon, toast and a refreshing cup of tea.
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Once completed, he placed the plate of food onto a tray along with the cup of tea, he also made sure to grab the medicine in the cupboard.
Marching his way to the room where his sick lover was, he finally arrived.
"Here you go, Nami my dear." Sanji said, carefully giving the tray of food so it wouldn't tip. He grabbed onto the cup and placed both the cup and the medicine on the nightstand.
"Thank you, Sanji!" Nami thanked the chef, looking down at the delicious food, she began gobbling down at the food, "Mmm, this is delicious!"
"Of course it was made by me." Sanji explained, hearts visible in his eyes.
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"Yuck." Nami complained as she poked her tounge out, the medicine was gross.
"You're even so cute when you're disgusted.." Sighed Sanji, blushing dumbly, placing the medince back onto the nightstand.
He grabbed hold onto Nami's chin, gently making her turn his way, he then parted his lips and leaned in to kiss his goddess of a lover.
Nami's eyes grew wide, but softened for a little while.
As Sanji broke the kiss, he was then greeted with a fist to the head, bumps visibly appearing.
"Why'd you kiss me! I'll get you sick, y'know!" Nami shouted angrily, fist still high up on the air.
"But I never get sick, Nami my sweet!" Sanji reassured
"Idiot.." Nami scoffed, looking the other way.
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The next morning, Sanji then was found sneezing and coughing all day.