(Law x Male)

Law glared at you while you stitched up your own wound. His eyes watched your shaken hands pierce your skin and pull the string out. You grunted biting down on a rag. Your face was covered in sweat, tears, and blood. A lot of it. Law didn't even know if it was your own. I mean with the blood pooling on the floor.
He wouldn't doubt it.

"Let me do it before you make it worse." Law hissed.

You glanced up at him before back to your  leg. Where you pulled the string once more.

"(Y/N)." He growled.

You ignored him.

Still working on your own procedure. By the loss of blood on the floor and the table. Law was starting to wonder if you were going to make it.

"Room!"

You were pinned down to the table, Law held a needle and pressed it into your neck. Where you soon began to relax and slumped back against the table. Law pulled away as he hopped off the table and went to your leg.

Everything was wrong.

It wasn't even, or tied off correctly. It was going to be a pretty ugly scar. But. You had that same problem. Littered in scars, over your clumsy behavior. Just like him.

Law cut away your haphazardly stitching and pulled them out before scanning over your leg to find anything broken, or damaged. But you seemed to be alright so. He began to stitch you back up.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Law snapped.

You shrugged. He glanced to you pulling the rag out of your mouth. Then went back to your leg.

"You could of killed yourself! What if you died?!"

"Because I know you wouldn't of let that happen."

"Who did this to you?"

"Don't worry about it. I took care of them."

"(Y/N)."

"Just a couple of bounty hunters, nothing to get your panties in a knot."

"They attacked you? What did they want?"

You looked up to him, "You. You stole there hearts and they wanted them back."

"Idiots."

It was quiet, Law was still fuming slightly while he tore into your skin. You looked up to the ceiling. You slowly started to fall asleep to the medication Law injected into you.

"Law?" You hummed.

"Hm?"

"Did you know, every day the heart creates enough energy to go 20 miles. In a lifetime, that is equivalent to go to the moon and back."

"How interesting."

"So when I tell you I love you to the moon and back, I'm saying essentially I love you with all the blood my heart pumps my whole life."

You smiled as Law hesitated in his work before cracking a soft smile.

"Sleep well, (Y/N)."

Once Law was finished he cleaned up your mess and took you to your both shared room. Where sitting on Law's desk was a jar. With two hearts in it. He chuckled as he sat at the desk and watched them.

"Sleep well, (Y/N)."