'How sick do you think the scar is gonna be? ' Luffy asks, voice a poorly stirred mix of excitement and regretfulness.

'Besides the nerve damage and mobility issues I 'm certain are coming with it? Sick as FUCK, ' I answer easily, not giving into the urge to prod at my heavily bandaged shoulder despite my worst impulses. 'How about you, scale of 1-10 how 's yours gonna rank? '

'Twelve, ' he replies with immediacy and certainty.

I snicker, and Coin bats me lightly over the forehead with the back of his hand until I stop wiggling.

He does my hair back in the same way he had the first time I woke, hair clips in the same composition and everything, and helps me get ready without even a hint there 's anywhere else he 'd rather be.

Luffy, meanwhile, is seemingly content to simply rock back and forth on his crossed legs where he 's seated beside me on the cot, doing his damnedest not to make a nuisance out of himself in the best way he knows how.