[He cannot hide the full-body shudder, the abrupt wave of revulsion on remembering his only experience with the medical center. He tips his chin down toward his chest, gets hold of the feeling and dismisses it with a slow exhale through his nose.]
Yeah. There's a hospital. Nobody's been back since the flood except to say it looks like it was hit pretty hard. Might be something in the wreckage though. Don't know. It would be worth a look.
[He'll point out where it's marked on the map in the tablet, though, just southeast of the village.
But he turns to Law then and his expression relaxes somewhat. The creases around his eyes soften.]
Your devil fruit... How is it?
[Does he still practice medicine, between all that piracy and revenge? The question is only half meant to distract from his reaction to the thought of the hospital, for he really does want to know. He went through hell just to obtain it, after all.]
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Yeah. There's a hospital. Nobody's been back since the flood except to say it looks like it was hit pretty hard. Might be something in the wreckage though. Don't know. It would be worth a look.
[He'll point out where it's marked on the map in the tablet, though, just southeast of the village.
But he turns to Law then and his expression relaxes somewhat. The creases around his eyes soften.]
Your devil fruit... How is it?
[Does he still practice medicine, between all that piracy and revenge? The question is only half meant to distract from his reaction to the thought of the hospital, for he really does want to know. He went through hell just to obtain it, after all.]