153 Thatch Awakens. (1/2)

A small groan escaped Thatch's parched lips as he opened his eyes. The light all around seemed to overwhelm him as he flinched. Memories of the events that had played out quickly ran through his mind. First his fight with Borsolino, then his motivations for it.

Instantly he sat up, sparks of pain shooting through his torso. All to soon his condition made itself known to him, a massive collection of bandages all over his body as a small bandana like piece of cloth was tied across his crown.

His usually exuberant pompadour hair sat slumped over his forehead as his dishevelled beard covered his chin.

With careful eyes, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He had been placed atop comfortable bed, white sheets splayed to the side. A thick smell of medicine wafted through the air as a chilling draft entered from the sandy brown door's base.

Though the door was shut tight, he could still hear the faint mumbled from outside.

With a small moan of pain the man got to his feet, most of his clothes had been removed with his white pants being replaced by the more greyed black ones that he wore. A spike of pain shot through his head, and with his wealth of experience, he was aware that it was not because of a concussion.

With drawn out and staggered steps he walked to the door, pushing it open.

Instantly he was aware of where he was. It was within his ship's infirmary. His taut muscles relaxed noticeably as he looked to the centre of the small circular room. A single table sat there with a man passed out over its surface.

A familiar head of hair greeted him as he stared at the silently snoring figure. It was Marco, though now he had replaced his attention catching purple coat for a more subdued white, a single stethoscope draped over his neck.

With a rueful smile, Thatch moved forward, and though his expression remained joyful, a small jolt of hurry ran through his system. Now that his status was all but confirmed he was beginning to worry about everyone else that had accompanied him.

With a silent jerk on his friend's shoulder, he woke up the pineapple headed man.

With a twitch Marco awoke, his face instantly twisting into a grumpy grimace as he looked at the man that had woken him up. The expression however promptly fell away as he jolted to his feet.

”Thatch, you aren't even supposed to be out of bed!” he whispered admonishingly as he tugged the man towards the recently vacated room.

”What happened?” Thatch asked, promptly skipping over his crewmate's command.

Thatch all but ignored him as he continued to look at Marco, at the mention of the absence of casualties he had relaxed a bit, nonetheless his face still held a serious expression.