It seemed almost ridiculous to think that you could be dying.

You were young, beautiful, lively and vibrant.

There was no reason you should have been dying.

Since you boarded the Heart Pirates' ship as a young apprentice, your life had been one hilarious and intense misadventure after another. So when Law pulled you aside that morning, you knew in your heart that it was nothing serious.

But your heart was just the problem.

Apparently, for the past few months, you had been growing a tumor on the internal wall of your heart. Law told you that you would need surgery, medicine, and rest, and even then, there was no positive answer on whether or not the cancer would come back.

"Had we caught it any later," Law pulled on some latex gloves after marking something down on a little notebook. "You would be dead."

"Dead?" your voice cracked. "But I feel fine!"

"The symptoms of this particular tumor don't really show up until a week before death occurs," he pushed himself over to you in his office chair. "Pull off your shirt."

You felt your neck heat up but did as he said, throwing it down beside you. He then placed a gloved hand on the spot between your breasts and massaged your swollen, dying heart. He examined it a bit longer before pushing back away to his notebook, "And as it happens, open heart surgery requires a week to prepare."

"So how long?" you said leaning forward.

"Without the surgery, you would've had about a month, tops," he crossed his legs and leaned back. "But, since I am your doctor and your captain, I advise you to do the surgery so you can continue living your miserable little life on this miserable little ship."

You laughed a little, smiling at Law. You reached over to pull your shirt over your bra when he said, "Don't put your shirt back on yet."

"Oh? Why?" You began putting your shirt back down.

"I'm not done looking at your breasts."

Your entire face was twisted in appall and embarrassment. Law laughed, and you tugged your shirt on. "Captain, you're the worst."

"So ________," Law dug through the cabinets and pulled out a medicine bottle. "In this bottle, is your medicine for the next week, you take one every night. Take with food and water, and limit drinking for a while. A little is fine, don't end up drunk. This will be in preparation for the surgery. After the surgery, you will be enclosed in my room for the next two weeks-"

"Why your room?"

"I don't want you in the infirmary, too many people coming in and out. It's necessary that you are healed completely before engaging in battle again, so we're laying low until you are healed. You're room is too close to the entrance, and you'd be captured immediately if you stayed there. It'd be bad if you were held hostage, considering how fragile you'll be," Law began pulling down stacks of books about open heart surgery and what to expect. Apparently, it had been a while since he'd done this specific surgery.

"Captain?"

"Yes, ________?"

"May I ask why you're being so.... nice about all of this?"

Law looked up from his book and said, "Because, ________, I find myself in a position.... similar to that of a parent or older sibling.... Since you've come aboard, I've been weary about letting you off the ship, or even to fight. But you became a valuable asset, and I respect you." Law walked over to you, and rested his hands on your shoulders. "I believe you have the potential to be a great pirate, and I don't want to see that chance squandered by some tumor."

You smiled, "Thank you Captain...."

~~~

You tossed a ball in the air, catching in as it fell towards your face.

"________," Law said, breaking your concentration. The ball fell towards your forehead and smacked you hard. You rubbed your forehead and sat up, "Yes Captain?"

"Have you taken your medicine for tonight yet?"

"Just did sir," you shook the orange pill bottle.

He smiled, "Good girl."

He took a few steps into your quarters and reached out his hand, brushing his fingers through your hair. He smiled softly, "Are you nervous?"

Apprehensively, you nodded, "A little."

"Everything will be fine," he said, stroking your head. "You're too stupid to die so soon."

You resented that a bit, but knew he was just trying to cheer you up. You smiled, "Thank you, Captain."

He lifted your chin up, before leaning over and placing a soft lingering kiss on your lips. The kiss seemed to last hours, even though it was over in seconds, and it left your heart fluttering.

"Captain...."

"You don't have to be so formal ________," he whispered against your lips. "Right now, we're simply two people."

A ringing down the hall and cheers interrupted the heavy atmosphere as the crew rushed down the halls to the dinner table. You took the opportunity to stand up and excuse yourself. You were halfway out the door when Law grabbed your wrist. You looked back, "Captain?"

He raised your hands to his mouth and kissed your fingers, before letting you take your hand back. You felt your swollen heart pound as you hurried off to dinner.

~~~

4 days left and you felt weary, and that night it was the crew's idea to open a barrel of grog to pass around. You were on your third glass of grog when the Captain came in, stretching, to see what the commotion was about.

You finished off your glass, and asked for another, already feeling a little more than buzzed.

"Did you take your medicine yet?" Law said sitting down next to you.

You started emptying the liquor down your throat after you confirmed that you hadn't.

Just then Law's hand shot out and grabbed your hand holding the glass, forcing it to slam against the counter. You cried out at the searing pain in your hand and tears squeezed out of your eyes.

The merriment stopped.

"I only asked you to do two things. Take your meds, and try to avoid alcohol," he said his ear just inches from yours. His hand pushed yours harder into the table of glass, and when the liquor stopped pouring over the sides of the table, your blood started to seep and set into the wood. "And you decided to ignore me?"

"Cap'n!" the crew cried in confusion.

Law let go of your hand, and you became aware of how hard you were sobbing from the pain. You brought it close and inspected it. Your hand was completely torn up and you doubted you'd be able to hold a weapon for weeks.

Law set down something in front of you, and when you looked, you saw a bright white pill, illuminated by the candle light. You reached out with your good hand and threw it into your mouth.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Law turned on his heel and walked out the room. You shook a little bit, and dared not look up at the other crew. You stood up and followed behind Law about ten steps back.

"W.... Why did you do that?" you asked, holding your hand.

"I thought maybe corporal punishment would be easier to use on a dense girl like you."

You swallowed, and he opened the door to the infirmary for you. You sat on the table and he sat on the chair, grabbing his glasses to peer better into your wounds. He didn't actually need glasses, but he started using them during situations like when he had a crew member come back from battle with about 100 pieces of wood within his back, some as small as splinters, others as big as sticks.

"Captain...." you whispered, twinging as he grabbed your hand.

"You think I'm being cruel, don't you?" he said, using tweezers to pull out the glass.

"A little...."

He pulled a particularly large shard out of the tip of your index finger, "What am I to do when you don't listen to me ________?"

He leaned forward and kissed the tip of your finger, sucking up the rest of the blood.

You blushed, "I don't know Captain...."

He looked up at you and continued working on the removal of glass. Once your hand was all bandaged up, he removed his glasses and stood up. Law's gloved hand rested on your cheek and guided your eyes to his.

You felt your heart pounding, was he going to kiss you again?

His thumb snaked into your mouth and your tongue recoiled in surprise. The taste of rubber and your own blood soured your mouth, and the texture of the dry latex made you cringe.

You looked into his eyes again and felt fear. His pupils seemed so distant and his eyes seemed so dark as he slipped his index and middle finger in your mouth. A little bit of drool fell from your mouth as he wet his fingers in your mouth.

You gripped the table, terrified what would happen if you rejected him. You reached up and slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

"Will you let me kiss you again?" Law said pleadingly. You nodded and swallowed, saying what he wanted you to say, "Y-Yes...."

He was so much larger than you, even though he was only a little bit more 6 years older than you, and he pushed you further back onto the table and pushed himself between your legs. The back of your head was gripped with the other hand, while his wet hand pushed into your underwear. His mouth was so hot and left your feeling overwhelmed.

He kissed your neck, saying your name over and over again. He said the most sweet praises about you, pulling your hair hard. You felt tears slip from the corner of your eyes, desperate for him to stop.

You became quickly aware of your location and pushed him away, "S-Stop!"

His hand grabbed your arm, "What do you think you aredoing?"

"I.... W-We're in the infirmary a-and everyone out there is drunk.... If someone gets hurt and comes here...." You tried to give him a plausible reason.

He smiled, "Of course.... We wouldn't want to expose you, would we?"

You shook your head, and he laughed, "You're adorable...." He leaned down and kissed you once more before helping you off the table. He pulled his wet gloves off with a snap.

He walked you to your room, where he rested his arm around your shoulder.

You two exchanged goodbyes and went to bed, feeling dirty.

~~~

"Are you scared?" he asked.

You shook your head, "No captain. I trust you."

He grinned and pulled his mask over his mouth, "When you wake up, things will be fine, ________. Your body is perfectly healthy. This should be a very simple job."

You nodded and he said, "Now I'm going to knock you out okay?"

You nodded and let him place the mask over your mouth.

Your world was black.

~~~

The surgery went smoothly, for the most part. Law wanted you to rest a week longer than he intended, but made you comfortable.

And uncomfortable.

Sometimes, at night, while you slept in his quarters, he would enter the room. Quietly. Then he would slither into your bed and pull you close to him. Sometimes, you awoke with purple and brown marks all along your collarbone.

But the medicine made you not care. The pills he gave you left you dazed and confused. They gave you spots in your vision and tricked your memory. All the pain went away. You liked them.

And he gave them to you like treats. One per kiss.

But you wanted more.

And you told him so.

He smirked and said he'd give you as much as you'd like, as long as you showed him all of you. You willingly stripped for your drug of choice.

And soon, the price became higher. He asked to touch you, to suck on your skin. He wanted you to show him how you touched yourself, and he wanted you to touch him.

And you did. You became his lover, addicted to his pills, too blind to see what you had become.

You were alone one day, in the room, reading a book. The book was about the sea and a young pirate, and it made your heartache. Through the fuzzines, you realized you missed the adventure, and wanted it back.

So you forced yourself to stand, and wrapped a robe around yourself. You stumbled down the hall, clattering against things until you made it outside.

The sun was bright, and the salt was fierce and the smell shook you awake from your state and you felt like a little girl again, staring out at the sea.

But you were soon whisked back inside. Law scooped you up and said, "It's dangerous to go out there in your state."

You nodded, the dark corridor made you tired, "When will I be able to go out there again?"

"Soon, just be patient, my love."

~~~

You spent months writhing in that bed. The dosage increased, and you forgot about the sea, and the crew, and the drinking, and the purpose you had.

Years wasted away, and you were an urban legend. The Girl in Trafalgar Law's Room. The girl people wrote many tales about her imprisonment and her suffering.

Not of the men you killed, or the treasure you found.

Your story was just beginning and then it was placed upon the shelf and forgotten.