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The clock is ticking. Sanji looks at the clock, which he can barely read in the darkness and through the hazy vision caused by his illness. It's 4 a.m. The time he usually got up. But this time something feels wrong. He can't speak without pain, he can't breathe well, and his head feels like it's about to explode. He pushes himself violently out of bed, but collapses soon after on the ground.
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"Ah- please let me get up-", Sanji beggs. It sounds whiny. But Nami pushes him back down and snugly puts the blanket around him. Sanji feels helpless, really pathetic. Sanji should really be taking care of the others. He could take care of himself. "But, Nami-san, I need to cooook-", he whines again.
Nami had found him on the ground and was extremely worried about Sanji. It seemed like just a normal cold, but the way he's behaving makes it seem like something worse. She got Chopper to make sure, it was just a cold. Chopper then confirmed this and told Nami she should stay. She could convince the cook to remain lying down.
But even she didnt manage it. Sanji didn't even listen to Nami. Nami stares at Sanji's reddish face and then does something unexpected since simple words didnt seem to help. She gently strokes his hair, her fingers gliding through his soft blonde hair. All of Sanjis protests immedieatly die down. He winces and gets redder, not just because of fever.
"Sanji, you must stay lying down.", she says as gentle as he remembers his mothers voice. As always, he finds comfort in a woman's voice. She gently pushes his hair back, seeing both of his eyes together for the first time. He flinches again when he feels something cold and wet on his forehead. Nami places a very cold cloth on his forehead to soothe his fever and it helps.
Nami is very gentle with him, and it makes him nervous and feels exposed when his hair isnt over his eye anymore. He's not used to being treated gently, almost affectionately, by women, and he doesn't know how to react.
Nami-san treats me..gently..
"But, I need to cook..", his whines get softer and he coughs after. "The others...will be hungry...", he mumbles weakly now. Somehow he becomes weak under Nami's caresses and strokes.
"You need to rest. We'll be okay, Sanji."