I barely stir when someone picks me up from the bed and guides my arms into a winter coat. It 's getting harder and harder to keep cognizant during my awake spells, and as soon as I 'm up I feel sleep trying to drag me back down.

I 'm hiked up onto someone's back and shove my face into their neck as I 'm assaulted by cold air. I don 't bother trying to listen to the talk going on around me, I just try my best to not pass out.

'I did not survive Covid to kick it to

this, '

I grumble into whoever 's holding me 's neck. I think they snort, but that might just be me imagining people think I 'm funny while delirious.

I pass back out.

' ' ' '

I 'm awoken by repetitive slapping on my face. I crack open my eyes and see Luffy crouched over me gearing up for another slap.

'You keep smacking me, I'm liable to rock your shit, ' I croak.