I sleep for an entire two days.

After a thorough checkup done by Chopper (my wrist was definitely broken, the ankle was only sprained by some miracle, everything else was fixable) and us being set up in the temporary Galley-La Headquarters, I get in a bed and don 't move for at least 48 hours.

I rise with the sun on the second day and simply sit in my provided bed for an hour just staring out the window. Merry 's absence grates on the edges of the hole she left in my heart, but I keep going. Chopper had advised I stay off my foot, but I get up to go about my business anyway.

Galley-La had provided us with clothing along with our accommodations, and I find myself in a sage green shirt with their logo on it along with some big black shorts. I pause in front of the mirror after my business in the bathroom, and stare at my face for a long second.