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Usopp hummed softly as he worked on his newest pellets, taking in the silence of his workshop. It was rare that Franky wasn’t in here with him, so he was going to take advantage of it.
It was a nice day, so he knew that Franky was probably showing off a little in front of Robin. Nami would be tending to her trees in the sunlight.
Zoro would be napping or training, and maybe Sanji had taken a break to be with him.
Chopper and Brook were probably taking advantage of the sun as well.
He was the only one inside.
The room exploding out of nowhere left him no time for any sort of planning at all. He just about managed to shield his face as pieces of the Sunny pierced his arms.
He could already see his blood on the ground, seeing the red seconds before his head hit the ground hard.
He lay there stunned for a moment, unable to see and unable to hear anything except for the sharp ringing in his probably injured ear drums. He was sure that the crew was handling whatever was happening, and he knew that he had to try and help…but lying here was so much easier.
Then he lay, stunned, unable to see, unable to hear anything except for the sharp tinnitus ring of his injured ear drums. There were vibrations in the ground around his body, and he knew it was probably the rest of the crew fighting on the deck of the ship.
Move.
He had to move.
He tried to do just that, only to groan, nuzzling his head into the back of his hand, hating how fuzzy he felt.
He needed to get up though.
He shoved his arms underneath him, gasping when a hot, burning pain lit his shoulder on fire. He gasped but immediately regretted it when he inhaled a lungful of dust. He was sure something tore when he tried again, going limp from the pain as his brain whited out from the agony.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he came back to himself, sliding his left arm back and lightly touching where the pain was coming from.
Yes.
There was definitely something stuck in him.
His breathing sped up a little, on the verge of passing out again, only to cough and just know that there was blood there no, tasting that familiar taste of copper.
He didn’t want to die here.
He was crying now, mixing with the blood to create some sort of gross combination. His heart felt like it was already struggling to keep beating, and it might have been painful had it not been for the agony from the other injury.
Was he really going to die here?
Before he saw Kaya again?
Before he could tell her all the stories of the amazing Captain Usopp…with a few additions, of course.
He could hear voices a lot closer now, prompting him to try moving around again, only to stop when the pain grew. The fight sounded like it was over, so hopefully, this was someone looking for him.
And hopefully, it was one of his friends and not the ones who had attacked them.
A hand brushed against his arm, making him flinch and then screech when whatever was stuck in him, jarred at his insides. He couldn’t stop the tortured scream from breaking free, tasting blood in it as that hand tightened on his arm and a muted voice broke through. A familiar face appeared over his him, though it took him a while to register that it was familiar.
“U----p.”
“S-Sanji.” He choked on the word, hacking up more blood, blinking away the sparks on the edges of his vision.
“Shh.” Sanji whispered, eyes creasing in worry. “Try not to move…or talk okay? I’ve got you.” He turned away, “CHOPPER!”
He sounded really worried.
He’d never heard him sound like that again.
Then again, he probably had never looked like this before.
“-opp! Stay awake!”
“I-I was just resting my eyes.” Usopp forced out, “I- the great Usopp won’t be taken out by a little piece of wood.”
Sanji’s laugh was definitely forced, just as everything went dark.
....
He felt warm and cozy, and he really didn’t want to open his eyes. His back was against something soft and he was...drifting in...and out again.
....
He hissed in pain, definitely more awake now.
Wait.
The attack.
The injury.
The others, were they-
He opened his eyes to see that he was in the infirmary. There were bandages around his mid-section that probably hid the hideous wound of the…at least ten pieces of wood that impaled him.
It had to be at least that many wounds because of how sore he felt right now, and that was without even trying to move.
Still, he was better off than he thought he would be, considering the fact that he really thought that he was dying.
Hopefully…hopefully everyone else was alright too.
He looked around the room as best he could, feeling the tears building when he saw them all lying there, curled up in various corners of the room.
For him.
They were all there for him.
He relaxed further into the pillows and let himself breathe.
He was okay.
They were all okay and that was what mattered…and this was going to make a great story.