I don't even know but, here you go. May be a little long, this is one of those progressive one shots I do sometimes with uh..stuff(??)
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He called you down for what seemed to be the fourth time this month, a small sigh recollecting in your throat.

Ever since that annoying kid showed up with his pirate crew he'd been needing your assistance more and more.

The wounds getting bigger and worse.

It made your blood boil when he'd be laid up in his bed covered from head to toe in bandages.

You shook as you walked down the hall, your bag carried at your side as your gloves crinkled and stretched as your hand clenched around it.

You sighed and looked sorrowfully up at his door, knocking once before you entered.

"Crocodile, its me."
"Good, I know I won't die then."

A small smile fell on your lips as you made your way towards the empty bed.

"Are you in the bathroom?"
"Where else am I supposed to be? The closet?"
"I was just asking, so does that mean your injuries aren't as bad as usual?"
"That's for me to hide and for you to find out Ms. L/n."

You rolled your eyes and looked over at the empty bedside table, settling the bag against the lamp.

"Crocodile you can't hide your wounds from me."
"I can if I stay in here and clean them myself."

You groaned.

Why did he do this? Every time?

"Come out of the bathroom Crocodile, I'm not going to hurt you."
"That's what you said last time, then you gave me stitches."

You giggled softly and covered your mouth.

"Croc you needed them, it would've gotten infected and I would've had to have came back for that too.."
"Maybe you should've left it alone..."

You raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Excuse me?"
"Nothing dammit! Just..."

You heard him sigh as the bathroom door unlocked.

"Just come in here..do what you need to in here..."
"Why?"
"Just come in...please.."

You grabbed your bag, opening up the door and stopping in your tracks as you looked him over.

"Crocodile.."
"I warned you..."

A bloody nose, ripped open stitches....

"Crocodile! I said not to move too much or you'd put strain on those damn stitches!"
"I know you did godamnit! But I needed to defend myself the best way I could!"
"And look where it got you Croc!"

You sighed and closed the bathroom door, setting out the medical supplies on the counter.

His eyes avoided yours, looking down to the floor where blood was apparent in small droplets.

"I cannot believe this..."

You shook your head as you walked over to where he sat on the side of the bath, his shoes discarded beside him.

"You were waiting for me...huh?"
"Don't I always?"

You look at him and hum, a small smile on your face.

"Yes, in fact you do."

His eyes were still downcast, his hook detached from his arm and left to the right of him.

"I can see blood seeping through your clothes Crocodile..."
"No."
"Yes."
"....No."

You rubbed your forehead and sighed.

"You know what? I think I'll just have to run a bath for this, its all spread out over different areas."
"I don't want to take a bath...you know how I feel about water.."
"Yes yes so vulnerable you'll be with me in here huh? I'll force more sutures inside of you and make you take medication oh god!"

You saw the flicker of a small grin appear on his face, a chuckle escaping from your throat.

"Now, I'm going to wash up and make your bed all nice and comfy so when you get out you won't be in any kind of discomfort. When I get back you better be stripped down to your briefs at least; nothing I haven't already seen."
"Gah! fine woman go on!"

You hurried from the room and down the hall, washing up your hands and instruments before walking back to his 'recovery room'.

Really all it was was a empty room he usually went in when he'd be sick, or worse.

You walked back into the room, straightening out the pillows and pulling out extra blankets.

"Are you high and mighty in there yet?"
"Have been for the past five minutes lady."

You clicked your tongue and opened the bathroom door.

There he was in all his pride and glory, well glory had yet to show itself since he was wearing his usual gray briefs.
"You said down to the briefs, I listened see?"
"For once yes you did listen."

You looked over to the water running, reaching a hand under the faucet and shivering at the temperature.

"A tad cold wouldn't you say so Crocodile?"
"Doesn't cold water help?"
"Sure, but warm water relieves sores..."
"Fine turn it up to your liking."

You nodded and sat on the side of the bath, running your hand multiple times under the water until it felt good enough for you.

"There, that shouldn't chill you to death."
"Mm.."

He grumbled softly to himself, furrowing his brow as he shakily stood up.

"Be careful Crocodile.."
"I'm being careful dammit! I'm not a child!"

You flinched slightly and sighed turning around as he grunted.

"You can look again.."

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the older male sinking into the water.

"Why do you act so bashful about that? I'm going to see it anyway."
"Because I don't, that's why." "Fine fine...good god..."

You sighed and opened up the curtain more as he winces at the water.

"Too hot?"
"No...the cuts are burning.."
"Ah, good."
"Good!?"

You smile and chuckle as you rolled up your sleeves and snapped your gloves.

"Yes good, calm down."
"Well I really can't, I have an ass load of bleeding going on and a woman who can't mind her own damn business!"
"Its my job to snoop."

You kneeled beside the bath, taking his arm and running your hand over it.

"Anything hurt?"
"Besides everything else? No."

You smile.

"So sorry."

He rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to help me or let me bleed to death?"
"I could do that, I just don't really feel like it because I like your company."

You flashed a smile and batted your eyelashes.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Well that's a first."

You leaned over him and grabbed a washcloth, gently wiping over his deeply gashed chest.

"Oh my.."
"I thought you would've known about those by now."
"Oh hush!...I'm going to have to stitch those up..patch it a bit.."

You looked down at his legs, minor scrapes and bruises lining them both.

"Perfectly good legs.."
"I can still fucking walk!"
"Oh please I know.."

You motioned for him to lay it outside of the tub so you could get a better look.

"What the hell? No, I'm not going to let you touch all over my legs."
"Croc-"
"Don't Croc me..I don't want to and I'm not so-hey!"

You lifted his leg out of the water and slung it over the side.

"What did I just say!? You're taking advantage of my weakened condition!"
"Ow...those don't look good.."

You gently run your hand over a large cut, hissing through your teeth.

"Are you listening to me!? Godamnit woman!"

You run your hand up his thigh gently, moving your hand across bruises and scrapes.

You didn't hear anymore complaints from above and glanced up quickly.

You noticed his eyes had softened slightly, his body seeming to relax.

"So what was that about taking advantage of your weakened state?"
"Hush..just work.."

So you did, gently rubbing over discomforted areas and cleaning up the blood and wounds best to your ability.

"There we go, no we'll get you laid up in bed and get to the real work."

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

You looked down at the bloody water, frowning as it settled into brown murk.

"Go on and dry off Crocodile, throw on a robe or something when your done."

He hummed as he stood, grabbing a towel from the counter and quickly ridding himself of the 'liquid of death'.

You drained the water, cleaning out any of the blood that was left over from it and washing up your hands before walking into the bedroom with a sigh.

"How fresh are these wounds? I should've asked earlier, but I didn't."
"About...ten hours, maybe."
"Figures with you."

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest as he settled down on the cushioned mattress, folding his legs over one another.

"Ah, I don't think so, middle of the bed you know how it works Croco."

He sighed, shuffling to the middle as you pulled out your little medical tray.

"I don't understand why I can't lay on the side.."
"Because I like it better in the middle, I can just do more that way."

He frowned and folded his arms over his chest.

You climbed onto the bed and laid his arms beside him, opening up the now blood covered robe.

"Hey!"
"Hush it up old man I'm helping you!"
"Who're you calling old!?"
"You obviously!"

He sneered and leaned back into the pillows behind him, some hair falling in his eyes.

You brushed his hair back and folded your arms.

"I do one of two things; A, I leave and you sit here and slowly die because of these massive slash wounds that are filling up again, or B, you be compliant and take this seriously like a man would."

He growled and turned his head to the side, looking at the wall.

"Do what you must."
"That's what I thought Playboy."

You sat beside him, taking out the syringe filled with numbing.

"I don't like needles..."
"Then don't look at it."

You shake your hand a bit as you gently slide the needle under his skin, letting the fluid spread around the area.

"Ow...shit.."
"Does it hurt that bad?"
"It just pinches don't worry about it.."

He grumbled more to himself than you, but you could care less.

You made your way to the other large gashes and did the same, putting the syringe away.

"Now you tell me if anything hurts okay?"
"It hurts already looking at the things you're going to poke through me with."

You pat his cheek.

"It'll take a bit, hang in there okay? You're a strong man, you can do it."

You shrug and quickly shove the needle through the skin, watching his face contort into a cringe.

"Does it hurt?"
"No, its weird seeing it go in like that.."
"Well focus on something else then."

His eyes traveled to you, not paying attention to the needle coming through and out of his skin.

"Why don't you..uh..talk to me a bit.."
"I've been talking to you the past hour, you've wanted me to shut up and now you want me to talk?"
"Just talk to me! You're sticking pins and needles into my skin!"

You chuckle and quickly tie the end of the stitch, rubbing some antibiotic on it before placing a gauze bandage on top.

"Well, nice to see you again Crocodile."
"Good to see you too I guess.."
"You guess? I'm glad I get to keep you alive."
"Hey!"

You giggled and shook your head as you finished up the second stitch.

"Only joking...only joking..I would be out of work if you died, seeing how much you like to hurt yourself."
"Yeah...poor you huh? Having to treat little old me."
"I wouldn't say little...but I will say old."
"Y/n for fucks sake!"
"You said it yourself this time I didn't do it!"

He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Whatever.."
"Don't get all sad or angry about it now."

You pat his chest as the last wound was closed on his chest, gently pressing your hand over it.

"Older men like you are the reason I like doing what I do
"
"Older men like me? You cheating on me with other patients?"
"No of course not!"

You chuckled with a small blush, covering your mouth as you moved down to his hips.

"I'm your personal doctor, you're my only patient."
"I better be, I pay good money to keep you around so I don't die."

You nod.

"You do, you do indeed."

You felt your face heat up a bit, focusing solely on the bruises that lined down his hips.

"Oh..do you like what you see hm?"
"These bruises I'm not happy to see no, I don't like what I see."

You completely flung him off, not in the mood to be toyed with. Especially with him in this condition.

You moved down his legs, quickly bandaging anything you deemed bandage needy.

He sighed and leaned back, shifting slightly.

You glance up just in time to see his muscles tense and relax, your eyes suddenly trained on the man above you.

For a forty six year old, he was quite built.

'Y/n oh my god no..nooo...okay maybe..nooo! But look at how cute he is when he's napping..OH MY GOD STOP PLEASE BY THE GODS'

"Are you okay down there?"
"U-uh yeah sorry..."

You looked down at his legs and scanned them both over quickly, rubbing the entirety of his legs with rubbing alcohol; something he didn't like.

"Ow fuck! That burns dammit!"
"Calm down it'll be fine okay? Its just disinfecting all the small scrapes and stuff.."
"Well, now I want to die more."
"Hey!"

You rolled off the bed and walked over to the other side of him, making sure you hadn't missed anything.

When you were sure everything was to order, you started to pack up your belongings.

"Y/n wait, you forgot to look at the one suture you stuck in me a few weeks ago."
"I thought you already took that one out?"
"I did, but its hurting again..."

You sigh and settle on the edge of the bed, lifting his right arm into your lap.

You unwrapped the gauze bandage from around his bicep, looking over the faded scarring.

"Doesn't look infected or anything.."
"Well..could you put some of that numbing stuff on it..I haven't been able to sleep in awhile because it hurts so bad.."
"I suppose...why didn't you tell me earlier?"

You dig around your bag, filling the syringe up with the clear liquid.

"I didn't want to bother you, but since you're here now I might as well address the problem."
"Guess you're right."

You shook your other hand as you gently pinched the skin.

"You know there's another way you can you can distract me, right?"

You looked up at him with a raised brow.

"Uh huh, like what?"
"Like...kissing me maybe?"

Your face flushed red, your eyes widening as a small confused noise squeaked its way from your lips.

"K-k-k-kissing y-yo-you?"
"Are you deaf?"
"N-no..I uh.."

You shook your head, both hands now shaky as a small smile presented itself on his face.

'FUCKHESADORABLE'

"I don't know Crocodile.."
"You said you were my personal doctor didn't you?"
"Well yes but not like that."
"You can be if you just let me do what I'd like to."

You frowned as his grin widened, a small pang of something lighting up in your heart.

"Well I suppose since you've been oh so nice to me."
"That's what I thought."

You grinned, shoving the needle into his skin as you pecked his cheek.

"Oh that's dirty..."
"You never specified where did you?"

He frowned and closed his eyes.

"I suppose I didn't."
"Nope."

You rewrap his arm, giving it a slight pat as you secure all of your belongings back into the bag.

You threw a blanket on top of him, tucking him in as his eyes remained shut.

You looked back at him one last time before sighing and setting your bag down.

"Damn crocodile..."

You slid off your shoes, fiddling with the buttons on your jacket as you hung it on the door.

"Make me come down here...tch.."

You slid off your shorts, making your way over to the bed.

You slid close to him and frowned as you felt his arm wrap around your waist.

"Welcome back Doc."
"Shut up.."

You looked up at him and grinned.

"Show me where it hurts.."