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[Zoro was behind him the whole way home, for the most part, but slowed down when they got to the hallway where their apartment lay, so his arrival is delayed by a few moments as he props himself up on the wall for the last leg of the journey. It isn't clear where or how badly he's injured, but he's moving verrrry slowly now, and just sort of tumbles in through the door to lay on the floor for a bit.

Nice floor. Holds him up very well, doesn't move.]

The hell...

[Glances over his shoulder at the green lump on the floor. That's an entrance for ya. The fuck, did he turn the wrong way getting off the elevator or something? Probably wouldn't be the first time.

Sanji turns back to the freezer and pulls out a couple bags of frozen vegetables, peas and corn and the like -- stuff he bought awhile back our of sheer curiosity but has yet to actually use. He shoulders the freezer door shut and then plods back over to Zoro, nudging him in the shoulder with his shoe.]

Oi. That shrimpy asshole didn't kill you, right?

[He makes the mistake of crouching down after a moment to peer more closely at his roommate, only his legs pretty much refuse to stand him back up again after that and he ends up sort of toppling backwards onto his bum.]

Mother of—what the shit.

[Fuck it. He finds the door with his foot and kicks it shut, then flops onto his back and, with a groan, drops one of the frozen bags over what is rapidly becoming a black eye.]

[answers by raising his hand enough to extend his middle finger, just long enough to be sure Sanji sees it, and then flops it back down. Fucking shit, he fought a giant made of stone and barely got a scratch, how did that little bastard manage to wreck him like this?

Zoro turns his head at the slam of the door and watches Sanji collapse near him. On the plus side, he clearly wasn't the only one. Both of them, huh? He really had wanted to warn the cook, but he'd still been trying to pick himself out of the bushes and make sure his legs weren't broken, and by the time he got back to the clearing it was too late.]

The worst part is, that little shithead isn't gonna shut up about it. Ever. We're gonna have to listen to his fucking gloating until we can man up and take him.

[Snorts. And then winces again because ow.]

I don't know if there's any manning up with that guy, marimo. Didn't know people that strong even existed.

[Not to be all negative and shit -- say that again in an hour or so and maybe he'll have a different answer. But right now he's not all that eager to get his ass handed to him again so easily. Shame, because that jerk would make a great training partner if Sanji thought there was a chance in hell he wouldn't lay him out flat in two seconds.

Eh, but if it gives Zoro something to aim for...]

I think he fuckin' rearranged my insides.

[Pokes gingerly at his stomach and ribs, which isn't the best idea he's ever had. YEP, STILL HURTS. He's sort of dreading eventually seeing what everything looks like under his shirt.]

Chopper would have a fit if he saw us right now.

[Damn right he's gonna aim for it. Next week. He needs to sleep this off and then train harder yet.

You know, after the searing pain goes away. At least he hasn't lost much blood, this time, but only because their opponent didn't use blades.

He thinks of Chopper and groans a little.] ...shit. We're gonna have to patch each other up, aren't we? Or else go to a real doctor.

[who isn't Chopper, boo. But wait, something pokes at the back of his mind.]

Coulda sworn I talked to somebody who said they were a healer...

[Makes a face, but whether it's at the thought of patching each other up or the notion of going to a "real doctor", who knows. Probably the latter.

He heaves himself up into a sitting position, still holding the frozen bag to his face, and carefully shrugs out of his suit coat. Possibly for the last time -- it took some serious damage in that fight, he doubts that is something that he'll be able to patch up. Then he deftly unbuttons the top couple buttons on his shirt so that he can slide another bag of corn underneath it and press it against his shoulder, all the while squinting at Zoro through his good eye.]

A healer? Like some kinda special doctor?

[Still racking his brain to try to remember who mentioned that to him. Maybeee....nope, it's gone now.]

Like, magic power or something. I can't put my finger on the name, though.

[oh well. It's not like he's never powered through injury before. Zoro glances up at the movement nearby, and snorts at the use of frozen food as ice packs.]

Don't tell me we're gonna eat that after you're done with it.

[Really, though, he doesn't want his muscles to cramp up in this position, so he pushes himself up inch by inch, managing to roll onto one elbow first so he can pull his swords free and push them aside. Laying on those is never fun. Stretching to move them tells him exactly where it hurts, and with a soft hiss he pauses and then shifts so his weight is on both forearms, the better to wince at the floor and take a few minutes to catch his breath.]

[Pulls the bag away from his eye to give it a scrutinizing look.]

Ain't like there's anything wrong with it. I think -- the bag's still intact and everything. We can just have a shitty corn feast for dinner.

[You will eat it and you will like it, marimo. 8|

Sanji lifts his head to peer at Zoro some more, especially when he hisses.]

...He break anything?

[Might as well figure out what they're working with and actually get around to that whole...patching up thing.]

[it takes him a minute to resume breathing normally, at which point he can finally take stock of exactly what kind of pain he's experiencing. He may not have broken as many ribs as the cook in their respective lifetimes, but he knows how it feels. So, there's a quick shake of his head]

Don't think so. I took his hit right to the gut.

[and three or four trees to the back, so while he doesn't think there's any broken bones, he's definitely bruised and strained in all kinds of normally-useful places. Zoro rolls back onto his left side, about the only part of him that doesn't hurt when splayed on the floor.]

I'll be fine. Just need to...rest. Have a drink. [and a steak with that corn, dammit]

[Yeah, Sanji took a hit right to the gut, too, so those aren't exactly reassuring words. He frowns at Zoro -- or in the direction of Zoro's stomach, anyway, as though he's trying to stare straight through to his insides and make sure nothing is ruptured or something crazy like that.

So his words are a bit delayed when he finally speaks.]

Booze ain't a magical fuckin' cure-all, marimo. No matter how much you want it to be.

[THOUGH REALLY, sometimes he wonders with this moron.

He holds out his hand, offering one of his bags. ...Only half serious.]

Sure you don't want a partly melted corn cold compress?

[eyes the corn, and then Sanji]

I'm good.

[even though he probably does need some ice for some of his pulled muscles. The tiny spot of dried blood at the corner of his mouth is the only sign that he might have worse internal damage, but without Chopper, he's intent on his old standby of booze and sleep and shut up cook it totally works.

He checks his arms to verify that the only lacerations are from getting thrown through trees, and thus not deep or life-threatening, and then tries again to push himself up to a sitting position in order to look his crewmate over.]

Don't see too much blood. We might be okay.

[Shrugs -- and winces after doing so, his fucking shoulder is sore as shit -- and presses the corn to his eye again.]

Blood only accounts for shitty injuries outside.

[Not that he has any clue how to deal with any internal damage either. For the most part. With the exception of maybe...]

M'probably gonna have to wrap my ribs.

[That.]

[sullenly regards him for a moment or two]

You and breaking ribs, I swear.

[the will to get up and go find some first aid supplies is strong, but the flesh just wants to sit there another minute. Zoro looks toward the bathroom, though, which is where he assumes they would keep anything of that nature]

Do we even got bandages and stuff?

Yeah, I stocked up on all that shit.

[He wasn't exactly sure what he'd be dealing with in this place when he first arrived. Better to be prepared, right? ...Chopper would be so proud.

Not like Sanji actually expects Zoro to get up and find everything for him, though. He shoves himself back up to his feet with effort so he can collect the bandages and whatnot himself, leaving his jacket in a crumpled pile on the floor. First he detours back to the kitchen, though, to grab a pot to empty the vegetable bags into before they thaw out too much.

All of his movements are careful, his entire body stiff. Fuckin' Vegeta.]

[For once Zoro doesn't just stay in lump mode and wait to be tended to. He manages to at least get himself up so that he's sitting on the couch instead, wincing and hissing at every movement, and peels off what's left of his shirt. There's the equivalent of skid marks on the backs of his arms and shoulders, possibly still some dirt and tree bark in the scrapes. But he's ready, now, both to be wrapped and to wrap in turn.

It really is just them against the world, isn't it? He's come to grips with that, he actually prefers the cook's assistance to going to a real doctor who might make him stay in a hospital. Fuck that shit, he's staying here at home where he knows things, where they can keep an eye on each other. It may not be a ship but they're still crew, dammit, and crew looks out for one another.

Aw, man, the booze is all the way over there in the kitchen. Guess it's bandages first, then all the drinking.]

[Never one to half-ass a meal, Sanji grabs some chicken breasts out of the fridge almost as an afterthought. Sorry, marimo, he'd do steaks but that would mean using the grill outside which seems like a little too much work right now. Instead he spends all of thirty seconds prepping the chicken and then tosses it into the oven to cook, then disappears back to the bathroom after that before returning with an armful of bandages and the like.

He even snatches up a bottle of rum on his way back to the couch, plunking it down on the coffee table before he carefully sits himself down. The first aid stuff ends up in a pile between them, and Sanji tips his head back to rest against the back of the couch for a moment, grimacing.

Yeah, that's enough moving around for now.]

[holy shit, cook, even cooking like that? Damn. Zoro can't help but be a little tiny bit impressed, enough that he decides of his own volition that it's his responsibility to start.

Rum first. A good sip will clear his head enough to be able to focus, even if it doesn't take enough of an edge off the pain. He'll have to power through it.]

C'mere. You first.

[he gestures for Sanji to get his shirt off, though he'll help if need be. Nothing weird about that, right?]

[If it's weird, Sanji doesn't notice. He doesn't even lift his head, just brings his hands up to deftly undo the buttons on his shirt. ...Well, sort of deftly. He pauses halfway down to flex one of his hands. The pins and needles aren't as bad as they were earlier when Vegeta threw him into the ground and jarred his entire arm from the shoulder on down, but it still twinges every so often.

With a sigh, he finishes the rest of the buttons and shifts a little until the shirt slips down his shoulders, and then turns so his back is facing Zoro.]

Pull.

[Trying to reach around and pull the sleeves off on his own isn't something he fancies doing.]

[he can tell just how much the cook must be hurting by the way he moves. Any skilled martial artist can read that body language. Zoro's injuries were mostly from a single blast, and he didn't regain consciousness until after Sanji's fight was over, so he has no idea how he ended up like this.

He pulls on the sleeves to get the shirt off and then just lets it flop onto the floor as he reaches for a cloth, first, to clean any visible cuts.]

Just your ribs, or anything else?

Just the shitty ribs.

[There's a kind of bullish, stubborn expression on his face, but honestly, wrapping his shoulder wouldn't really do anything. And hell if he's gonna wear a sling or something to limit the movement. He'll just be careful over the next few days.

His back is a bit scraped up, though -- again, from being thrown across the ground.

He glances over his shoulder at Zoro.]

How long did you last against that guy?

[He'll make sure there's no dirt in those scrapes. Admittedly, he's not as gentle as Chopper would be, but he gets the job done. Once those are clean, he stretches for a bandage (more hissing at the strain) and starts the mummy-wrap.]

Longer than I should have. He was toying with me, he even took a few hits. I thought when I got him with Sanzen Daisen Sekai it was a legitimate hit, but now I'm not so sure.

Did he use his power with you, too?

[Sanji holds himself mostly still under Zoro's hands, not shifting at all until he starts getting wrapped. He can't help cringing at that point, both at the wrap itself and at having to hold his arms up and out of the way.]

Nngh...ah, no, but he showed me back when he made that first post. That shitty power blast...thing? Nah, he just let me get all worked up and then when I tried to drop a Concassé on him, he fuckin' caught my leg like it was nothing. He was like a damn statue, it didn't even budge him.

[Snorts a little despite himself.]

Don't think he was toying with me. Hell, more like I was lucky he held back at all and didn't crush me on the spot. I managed to piss him off before we even started.

Way to go. [snort] What'd you do, insult his mother?

[as he works, Zoro's hands are surprisingly careful. He feels for the broken ribs, first, trying not to press too hard, and then makes sure that the wrap crosses over them, keeping them in place while still allowing the cook to breathe. It's a careful balance, he can't just go in there and tie him up any old way.]

He powered up like that right before he hit me. I took it full in the chest. His aura was off the charts, it's like Conqueror's Haki ramped up to a thousand.

[stating it so is his way of admitting that he was outmatched. He finishes up and knots off the end of the bandage, and then quickly withdraws his hands like he doesn't want to be caught groping the cook. Sure, there's no one else around, but Sanji would notice. He'd know, and that's bad enough.]

Tch, like I would. [A beat, as a sheepish expression crosses his face.] ...His wife was there.

[And that's really all the explanation needed, given this is...Sanji.

He inhales sharply as Zoro's fingers move over a cracked rib and it takes everything in him to keep from squirming away, but for the most part this isn't so bad. Zoro might not be the expert Chopper is, but his touch is sure and deliberate, and at least Sanji knows he's got enough basic first aid knowledge to not botch this up. It's almost comforting somehow... Reassuring to know they can handle this on their own, even if it's just the two of them.

The sudden absence of Zoro's hands prompts Sanji to look down and check out his work. Not bad, not bad... He can still breathe, that's always a plus, but the bandages aren't uselessly loose, either.]

Thanks.

[He reaches for the bottle of rum before settling back against the couch again and taking a swig, eyeing Zoro's chest over the top of the bottle.]

Yeah, I could feel that... He was fast as shit, too, I could barely keep up.

[Especially not when he seemed to just flash from one point to another.

Sanji gestures at Zoro with the bottle.]

Your turn.

[he just sort of tuts under his breath at the revelation. Of course you would hit on the guy's wife, what the hell is wrong with you, cook. But Zoro is pretty sure he doesn't need to say anything. The cracked ribs are proof enough that Sanji's learned his lesson this time. This time.

He reaches to swipe the bottle and have another drink himself, and then turns in his seat to present his side to Sanji.]

Dunno what there is to wrap up. I don't think anything's broken.

[Yet he hisses and flinches every time he moves too fast, there's something wrong in his midsection. Bruised organs, definitely. A strained back maybe. The cuts up and down his arms, the back of his shoulders, and against his scalp from tearing through trees need to be cleaned, so there's that. He was out long enough that he probably has a concussion, but bandages won't do there. Have fun, cook.]

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