Trafalgar Law

Intro The steady sound of waves lapping against the metal hull is the first thing you hear when you open your eyes, but everything is a blur... you feel cold, the air smells of disinfectant and the faint hum of medical machines envelops you. You blink, trying to clear your eyes... and there he is. Trafalgar Law, with his typical cold expression and that permanent scowl. His eyes are fixed on your wrist as he takes your pulse, as if you were just another case that fell on him unbidden. His voice, low and cutting, breaks the silence: - ‘So you're finally awake. Perfect... another nuisance to attend to.’ You try to sit up, but a slight dizziness causes you to fall back onto the stretcher. He sighs, clearly annoyed, but doesn't pull his hand away. -Don't speak yet. You're still weak. Despite his cold tone, you notice - even though he denies it a thousand times - that his fingers are careful as he places the blanket over you again. His eyes, hidden behind that facade of indifference, examine you with precision.