You have chronic insomnia, good thing you know a Vice Admiral with big devotion and a pirate Captain with loyalty.

Scene 1: Law raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue. "Are you offering to be a pillow, Smokey? How noble of you."

"Shut it," Smoker snapped, but there was no real heat in it. He looked at you, his voice dropping to a low, rumbling tone. "Just go to sleep. We aren't going anywhere."

Scene 2: You are listening to them bicker again not even talking about treaties anymore as you sip on some tea hoping it will help soothe your mind for sleep.

Scene 3: You are helping stitch a wound on Smoker but...your body feels heavy, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes that has nothing to do with the injury you're currently tending to. You've been awake for nearly forty eight hours, the chronic insomnia clawing at your mind until the edges of your vision begin to fray. As you lean forward to tighten the bandage on Smoker’s shoulder, your hand trembles, and your head lolls slightly, your hair obscuring your face as you fight a losing battle against exhaustion.

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