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Law parked in the staff parking lot in his usual spot, the one nearest to the west wing's side exit. It was meant to be an emergency exit, but the alarm on that door didn't work, and the lock was broken. He liked it that way, and used it as his own personal entrance to the hospital to avoid as much of the other staff as possible when he arrived. It's not that he was trying to be anti-social, but he valued the few minutes in which he could enter the building, review any charts and memos left for him, and generally just prepare for his shifts uninterrupted.
He made his way to his office and thumbed through a stack of papers and charts on his desk. Nothing smacked of urgency, and the surgeon mentally exhaled a sigh of relief. He simply wasn't in the mood for anything major right now.
Law pulled out his phone to check his notes on which supplies were depleted or running low at the clinic and left the office with his bag to stock up. Yeah, yeah, stealing is bad. But the way Law thought about it, what was really bad was the insane cost of healthcare in the first place. Sure, he charged, and made decent money too, but his fees weren't nearly as astronomical as most surgeons. It was the hospitals private fees that drove patient bills through the roof. Everyday things like two aspirin and a band-aid could cost a patient hundreds or thousands of dollars, depending on how they ended up in the hospital. Where did that money go? Who got to line their pockets with gold while those patients made life or death decisions based on which would be less painful- forgoing the treatment they needed or starving in order to pay for it.
And so he filled his bag with rolls of gauze and medical tape, with sutures of various size, with antiseptics and disinfectants, and whatever else he saw that may be of use.
It used to be that a little went a relatively long way, but the clinic had expanded over the years and with it, the client base. Law was now seeing patients on more than just an emergency basis, and not all of them belonged to the underground. The changes brought about in large part due to the efforts of his boyfriend. Luffy was in no way interested in medicine, but he was interested in Law's happiness. It was he who decided that the clinic needed to be larger and remodeled into something Law could enjoy working out of. And it was he who began siphoning more patients in, not just from the underground, but the family members of underground cohorts and then close friends. The clinic now served an entire community- more than one in fact, and the citizens were grateful for its existence.
Due to the rapid growth of the facility, and Law's insistence on only accepting money from those who could afford it, the budget remained tight, and the staff minimal. They weren't yet legitimate and couldn't seek funding officially until a few other things clicked into place. Random inspections of medical records, the facilities, and revenue sources would surely usurp all of the work they had done up until this point, revealing it's dark dealings. Law was devoted to working himself to the bone, squeezing as much as he could out of the hospital, from supplies to salary, until he earned enough to cover the various expenses that getting state and federal approval would incur. It should only be another few months, maybe a year, and the clinic would be 'opened' in his name, with funding and backing from the government so that he could finally afford the equipment, staff, and supplies they really needed.
After clinking a few vials of anesthetic and antibiotic into his bag, Law adjusted the contents and then closed it, sure that they'd have enough to get through the next month or so at the clinic, barring any major catastrophe.
He glanced out of the narrow window of the door for any passers-by and slipped out into the hall, headed back to his locker to put away his loot. He'd just reached the locker room when his pager went off.
8282*255*911
'Damn.' The message read that there was an emergency in room 255, and that he was needed quickly. He tossed the bag into his locker and slammed it shut. 'Just a few minutes of peace...'But there was no time. Law jog-walked to the room in question and was faced with commotion at the door. An elderly lady stood at the door, gripping the frame trying to pry her way in past an orderly holding her at bay as three nurses worked around the patient inside.
"What's going on, what happened?" Law barked towards the staff as he made his way to the woman, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. 'I'm on your side. Let me assess the situation.' The elder looked up at Law, tears shining in her eyes.
"My husband! My husband needs me! They won't let me near him and he needs me!" Her words were wracked with sobs as her shoulders heaved. Law shot the orderly a look, demanding to know what was happening inside.
"Doctor, the patient is seizing, and we're pretty certain his aneurysm has ruptured. The nurses are trying to stabilize him but," he gestured towards the old woman, flicking his hand in her direction, "that woman keeps crowding the bed, getting in the way."
Law scowled at the orderly and his hand slipped off of the woman's shoulder as he stepped into the space of the orderly and grabbed his collar. "You watch your fucking mouth," he growled low so that only the trembling young man could here. "That lady there is your elder, and the family of our patient. You treat her with respect!" he spat. Releasing the staff member, Law turned back towards the frail woman, gentle smile in place.
"I'm so sorry for the way that orderly was treating you." He glanced back with a poisonous stare, "I'll be sure to make a report of the incident, personally." Meeting her eyes again and taking up on of her hands into his own he said with sincerity, "There's a real emergency right now, and it'll be difficult for us to work efficiently if we're worried for you too. I'm sure your husband wouldn't want you to watch him suffering." The lady looked at Law, face broken with sorrow but silent. "We're going to take care of him now, so don't you worry. Wait here, and when he's better, I'll come find you." She nodded and backed away from the door as Law let go of her hand. When he turned to walk into the room, the orderly dipped his head quickly and took off down the hall, a blur of white cloth and urgency.
The nurses stepped away from the bed as Law approached and he quickly checked over vitals, barked orders and mentally prepared for the surgery this patient needed if he was to live another day.
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Law slumped into his chair for the first time that day well after ordinary lunch hours. He rubbed the sleepy tears from his eyes as he waited the three minutes for his cup ramen to turn into something edible. A candy striper poked her head into his office and smiled. She brought him a paper cup of hot, strong black coffee and the newspaper for the day and then stood there as he took a sip. "Need something?" He looked over the rim of the cup with dark rimmed eyes as he tilted it up again, taking in that bitter nectar that allowed him to keep pushing through the day. The young girl's eyes flitted to the floor, then a corner of the room, before coming back to rest on Law's questioning face. Pink crept up into her cheeks as she shook her head no and turned to leave, stifling a smile. That dark stare of Law's would be the end of her, and all the other female staff in the hospital. Even with his eyes blood-shot and lined with bags, he was easily the most attractive doctor on staff, and they made every excuse to fawn over him, each hoping that they could be the one to capture his heart. Only, they didn't make any move to try.
Law was cold to all but his patients and their visitors. Impeccable bedside manner aside, he was ruthless in his critique and constantly complained about the staff. How lazy they were, how incompetent. He made it known that he was not there for them, but to save the lives of his patients and nothing more. But in the last three years, he seemed to have softened around the edges a bit. He worked longer hours, and attended more surgeries than he had before, and he'd begun to accept higher fees from some of his patients. Yet, it was as though he were..happier... somehow. Sometimes staff would catch him smiling stupidly at his phone or humming- things that were unheard of from the stern surgeon in all his time at the hospital.
The newer staff members were not surprised, of course, though they did find it amusing when he was in a particularly good mood. Taking lunch in the cafeteria, smiling and nodding when greeted. It was the older staff that couldn't wrap their heads around it, even after the few years. Some thought that maybe since he was finally earning more money, he was able to relax a bit more, but those who knew said that was definitely not it, that money really meant nothing to him and speculated that maybe he had someone in his life now. But his fans would not hear it. Law was fair game for all of them, and he wasn't wearing a ring on his finger, so if there was someone, he was clearly not making any moves to get more serious.
Law watched the girl retreat from the doorway and sighed into his cup. He'd be leaving in another 4 hours or so and couldn't wait to get home. He wasn't working the clinic today so he could just enjoy his evening with Luffy to the fullest. He'd even thought of taking off early for a change, since he was just putting in the extra time hoping for special cases to pad his paycheck.
He wondered what Luffy was doing at that moment. If he was still at home waiting or if he was out causing mischief with his crew.
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Luffy pressed his lips into a flat line as his blue-haired rival circled him, boasting about how great he was and into how many pieces he intended to cut Luffy and his gang. No matter how many times they took down this moron, he came back with a new crew, ready to challenge Luffy for his dominion rights.
"Hey listen Big Nose, I don't have time today. I gotta get home. Tra-o is gonna be on his way. Come back to play tomorrow or something." He stuck a finger up his nose and flicked the contents at the man, then turned to walk away. His comrades stood back, chuckling quietly as they watched their boss dismiss the leader of yet another gang with such nonchalance. He was so completely fearless, and they were proud to call him Boss, even if they all agreed he was a veritable idiot.
The disgruntled thug moved to cut off Luffy's path, baring his teeth in a sneer. "You think you can just insult me and walk away, Cowboy?" referring to the younger mans ever present Stetson hat. The young man fingered the thin leather chin strap for a moment before pulling the hat from where it dangled around his neck and placing it low onto his head, the wide brim casting shadows onto his face. He cocked his head to the side, peeking out from under, the white of one glaring eye piercing through the darkness that covered his face. "Yeah. I can." There was venom in those words, an unspoken promise of violence and pain should his rival challenge him any further.
A muscular tanned, green haired man laughed, deep and throaty, breaking through the tension "Oi, Buggy, I think this time you better sit this one out. Boss seems pretty serious right now. He hasn't been laid in 3 days." Zoro was standing a few feet away, thumb resting on his right side belt loop where his swords used to be. He didn't use them for anything but training and meditation these days, since he unofficially retired from the gang, but he still stood at the ready- fully capable of taking down enemies bare handed. He'd always be there for Luffy and today was no exception. He was the boss's right hand man, after all.
Next to him, Sanji nodded in agreement with his husband while blowing out a puff of smoke. The tall, lean blonde chuckled as his leader shot them a dirty look, blushing. He'd been a part of Luffy's crew for several years, not far behind Zoro, in fact. And if Zoro was Luffy's right hand, then Sanji was his left. He hadn't quite retired himself, and looked forward to meeting up with the crew when he had time, though he wasn't so keen on the road to conquest anymore. The mirth that he could pull from them with a good meal and a warm atmosphere to enjoy it in was his main weapon of choice these days. Still, he tapped the toe of his right foot on the ground edgily, itching for a reason to move. Maybe he did miss the fights a little bit.
Buggy's face screwed into disappointment. Though he was serious about trying to take dominion over Luffy's territory, they actually got along pretty well and he respected the young man more than he cared to admit. He dropped his shoulders in defeat. "Alright fine. But next time, I'm definitely gonna become ruler of all the East side. Snatch it right from under you!" Zoro and Luffy chuffed at the same time and Buggy spun on his heel, heading back out of the alleyway that lead to the Stetson Crew's hideout, hands shoved in his pockets as he kicked pebbles out of his way, his make-shift gang in tow.
Distraction now gone, Luffy addressed his men. "Oi! Sanji! Zoro!"
"We're right here, dum-dum! You don't have to yell," came Zoro's irritated reply.
"Ah, is that so? Right. Well, I called you guys because Nami has some news for us. She said it was important and we all needed to meet up for it. Robin and Franky are already inside. Usopp is on his way." Luffy laughed goofily wearing an impossibly large smile on his face and it was hard to believe that he was the boss if you were on the outside looking in.
"Shall we go inside then?" questioned Sanji as he flicked his cigarette to the ground.
The three men filed through the entrance and into the bar and lounge area. The hideout was much larger inside than the outside appearance would imply. The lounge was dark and sprawling, All black walls with plush black furniture covered in soft leather, the edging adorned with brass rivets. Sleek, low, dark glass and mahogany tables were placed along the seating areas with waiting ice buckets and translucent vases filled with glass stones and LED lights placed in them. The bar was also mahogany topped with black marble. Tall stools with low backs lined the counter and racks of alcohol and various shaped glasses lined the shelves behind it.
They continued past, headed into the back room where they usually held their meetings. The rest of their crew mates were already there sitting around the massive capstan table, carrying on in their usual manner, loud and boisterous with laughs permeating the air even as Luffy and his hands entered the room.
Nami stood immediately, ready to start scolding the three men for being late, eyes narrowed in anger. Everyone present was truly happy that Nami was not the one in charge, officially. However, she was extremely clever and resourceful. This made her invaluable to the gang and their operations. They had many things going on at once , and she had her hands in everything. Without her, they would be directionless, merely a group of strong guys taking over the underground for no purpose other than their own amusement.
"What the hell took you so long? I told you this was urgent, didn't I?" Nami fumed.
Luffy lifted a hand to his head, and in nervous apology he smile smiled broadly and said, "My bad... somebody wanted to fight. Ah- but I told him I was too busy so it's okay now."
Nami closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before ordering the stragglers to sit down. When everyone had quieted down, she flopped a newspaper on the table. The cover had a flamboyantly dressed blonde smiling brightly at the cameras, his eyes shielded from the flashing lights of photographers by cat-eye rimmed glasses. "He's back in town." She said tapping on the picture.
"Doflamingo has been buying up property and politicians left and right, and it looks like he's got plans to buy into the East Side next." She paused to let her words sink in to each person present. "Luffy, he's buying up clinics, and their directors too." Her voice was softer now, losing some of its sternness while addressing what would be her boss's main concern. Law's clinic... If Doflamingo had the right people in his pocket, he would absolutely block their progress. Once he found out that Luffy was tied to it, there would be no chance to move forward. He was that powerful, and he hated Luffy that much.
Years ago, when Luffy ripped his kingdom right out of his claws, leaving him penniless and with nary a follower left to fight with him, Doflamino cursed his existence. And as he slipped into the shadows, he swore that he'd be back for Luffy. Back for his crew. Back for his territory. Back for his blood. And now he was back, ready to collect.
Luffy thought things over for a few brief moments in a silence broken only by the grinding of his teeth and the gears of his mind groaned under the strain before he declared, "So we just have to take him down again, for good." Overly simplistic. Straight-forward. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. 'So Luffy', his comrades thought. "Thanks Nami. I have to go now."
"Luffy wait! We have to discuss what our plan of action is! He needs to be stopped, but he's stronger now, with better connections. We can't just beat him up..." She trailed off. Every member present could see that it was a lost cause.
The young boss laughed boisterously, and beamed as he hopped up out of his chair and strode toward the exit with his arms folded behind his head. He was already forming his brilliant plan. Find Doffy, punch his lights out, take the city back. No sweat.
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Law was stomping down the hall, rage rolling off of him in waves. He reached the director's office and threw open the door, not bothering to knock. He charged in immediately, spewing venom, "What the fuck is going on?! You can't expect-" Law looked around the room for the first time and noticed that it was empty.
He turned and stalked over to the secretary's desk. "Where is the fuckwad that runs this piece of shit?" The secretary cowered in his seat. "Uh-I...Umm... H-he's gone. For the day?" It came out as a question and the uncertainty of the young man at the desk had Law bristling.
"Is he gone for the day? Are you sure? Why is the office unlocked? Anyone could just waltz in and take what they want! Or is he so lacking in grey matter that he couldn't be bothered to think of that?"
The barrage of questions had the secretary ready to flee, but he managed to eke out an answer after taking a few deep breaths and looking away from those menacing eyes. "The director is gone for the day, but the cleaners are here, so the office is open for the moment. When they leave, I will lock up."
Law glanced to the right and noticed a small man, perhaps a dwarf, changing the liner for the trash cans. He nodded a greeting and felt his face flush with something other than anger this time. He rarely got so worked up, and he'd just cut into this poor assistant with no rhyme or reason.
"I see. My apologies. I'll come back tomorrow." He quickly turned to leave. "Don't forget to lock up. It's dangerous to leave the office open like that." With that, he slipped out of the door and down the halls, and all but tripped down the stairs on the way to his car.
Law stopped to grab his bag from the lockers and was relieved when he stepped out of the exit door and into the parking lot. He took a deep breath and walked to his car, his movement deliberate and stiff.
He wanted to get home and see his boyfriend quickly. Needed to hug and kiss him, to feel those desperate clingy fingers grabbing at his skin. And perhaps most importantly, he needed Luffy to help him unleash his pent up energy in the way that only he could.
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