not all pirates were the same, some were worse than others. there were pirates like sanji who were generous and had morals, did things for others as often as they did things for themselves, they were like robin hood or something. then there were pirates who had no moral compasses of which to speak, the kind of pirates who hurt any and all who got in their way, men, women, or child, the kind who left absolute destruction in their wake for their own selfish purposes and depraved reasons. lastly though, their were pirates like zoro, and the green haired captain liked to believe that he sat somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, not as good as sanji, but not quite as bad as some other pirate crews he knew of. zoro had some morals, he didn't go around hurting innocent people just to hurt them, he didn't steal anything he didn't need or really want, and he didn't leave absolute destruction in his wake, he just left a tiny little bit of destruction in his wake. he honestly and truly felt that he could be far worse than what he was, and yet he was one of the worst pirates out there. that was mainly due, however, to the shire magnitude of plans he put into play and managed to pull off. zoro was always scheming, that was why the federation wanted to get rid of him. there were other pirates who were up there with him, sanji was the smartest probably, but his cons weren't all bad, just irksome. then there were people who pulled off less heists then zoro did but sat on that bad side of the line and so they were just as wanted as he was but for other reasons. sanji of course was the son of one of the biggest of big wigs in the federation and that made him hated, that wasn't to say however that he didn't deserve to be among the most wanted because he did, even more so after what he had just done.
there was not thanking sanji for this, he had saved his life, and in doing so he had also gotten himself injured, zoro couldn't believe it really. he had been surprised to find the blonde there at his execution and even more so by his sudden rescue of him. honestly in that moment he probably could have kissed the guy in gratitude, of course now that he had had some time to brush that initial surprise off the feeling had passed, but he still didn't know how to thank him. sanji had said that the wound in his side was no big deal, but it was very big deal to zoro. it was one thing to him for sanji to have saved his life, it was another for him to lose his in the process. if that were to happen zoro would never be able to repay him, he would never be able to let that go. he was pretty sure if that happened he would have to live out the rest of his life doing good deeds in sanji's name just to honor him and feel worthy of his sacrifice. zoro did not want that at all. he didn't want to live like that, nor did he want sanji's death on his hands, and even though technically it wouldn't be because he hadn't shot the gun that wounded him, it was his fault that sanji had been there in the first place, so inadvertently it was his fault, and he was well aware of that, that was why he was so concerned. zoro thought that that was the whole reason, though in truth it was only part of the reason, because obviously it had never occurred to him in all of their past interactions that he might actually care for this guy. that he might feel the same about sanji that sanji felt about him, in regards to if one of them were missing from the universe the other might feel incomplete because of it. of course all of this would become quite clear to him soon enough.
it did not go unnoticed by zoro, sanji's surprise that he knew who his father was, and that was something he couldn't help but smirk and feel smug about. zoro liked surprising people, as others thought that he wasn't all that bright. really though he just wasn't very good with words or expressing himself, but his mind was as sharp and as devious, though that latter was probably obvious, as they came. so zoro noted the squared jaw and the slight furrow of sanji's brow after he had mentioned the other male's father and out of respect he didn't say anything else about his old man. while usually zoro might have poked and prodded at any crack in sanji's armor, today was not the day to do so, because as he looked at the blonde he also noted how paler he got with every second that passed and that worried him too much for him to go about annoying and working sanji up and perhaps making everything worse. it didn't matter though as sanji had fallen to his knees shortly there after. zoro all but growled in frustration. he had asked if sanji was alright, and the blonde had made light of his condition, and now this. zoro was not pleased as he scooped sanji up, even less so when sanji acted like a cat about to get a bath. "will you settle down, please. save your energy", zoro said, the second part a lot less gruff than the first despite the plea at the end. "and don't you dare go to sleep yet", zoro muttered, looking down at the man in his arms. he sighed, but honestly didn't mind all the trouble. he wanted sanji to be alright, needed him to be alright really, more than anything else right then. he also realized as he walked that sanji wasn't as heavy as he had thought at first, and that even in his weird twisted state, sanji fit well into the groves of his bare chest.
even with the extra weight in his arms, which didn't really phase zoro in the least, it took him not time to find the med bay. he managed not to get lost, something he was infinitely thankful for in that moment. he laid sanji down gently, and stepped back to allow the ship's doctor to do his thing. not even caring that he was half naked, his bloody shirt having been left in the elevator, he didn't leave as sanji was sedated, feel asleep, and then was patched up. zoro didn't leave his side for a moment, he wouldn't be alright with leaving sanji until he knew that the blonde was alright, until he knew it with one hundred percent assurance, and saw it with his own two eyes. so he didn't go anywhere, the whole time the doc was working on him, didn't leave even when he said he was done, or when they transferred him onto a bed with wheels, even though he said he could carry him, back to his captain quarters, and he didn't leave even after that. he just waited, sitting besides sanji, left alone with his thoughts, and only seeing the blonde. it have him a lot of time to think really, until he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of sanji's voice. "where else was i suppose to go", he asked gruffly. perhaps too gruff, but it was only because he was covering up other emotions, and the blonde had said something unnecessary and obvious. "i've done my research on you. we've known one another for long enough, i needed to know who you were once upon a time though, and i always do my research very thoroughly", he rambled, which he hadn't meant to. he had wanted to be short, but the words had all but spilled from his mouth, perhaps because he didn't want to discuss what had been on his mind not that long ago. zoro sat beside sanji's bed and listened to the story he told, though it was short, it still softened him, his shoulders untensing without him even noticing.
somehow though despite the sad words sanji was saying he was smiling, and it made zoro raise a brow at him. "why are you smiling about that? are you alright, should i go get the doctor? that's not something most people smile about...", zoro commented. he sighed though, realizing that sanji wasn't most people. "why did you save me", he asked suddenly, because he had to know, after all most people didn't do things like that.