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Cora
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Law from One Piece I borrowed it to decorate it because I couldn't stand the romantic relationship between the two of them.
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Accident....an event that occurs unexpectedly or an event that occurs by chance. Words with few letters But when you say it Inevitably, something unexpected will happen. But what happened...might take something away from us.
The wide, empty room was both cold and lonely, engraved in the memory of a little child. Something was pierced into his arm. It ached and hurt to the point where I could hardly move. The old gray bed was colorless and uncomfortable to sleep on. There was a foul smell spread everywhere.
poor little child Sitting holding my knees and crying silently in this lonely room. After the car crash that took the lives of the entire family, including father, mother, and younger sister.
....Yes....it is... The accident....disgusting....he was too afraid to hear the words again....why did he live...why didn't he die with his family....
Crack.........Thump.
“!?” The little boy looked up and looked for the source of the strange voice.
A multi-colored ball, slightly larger than his small hand, rolled in through the large door that had been ajar.
The balls rolled around and littered the lonely room. Round eyes stared at its source. and found someone crawling and collecting each ball into a net bag next to them. That bag is leaking. No matter how much you keep it That ball flowed out of that hole anyway.
He stared at the person in front of him without blinking through tears. Until finally, their eyes met. That moment there was silence and no movement. In the eyes of a child The person in front of him was a strangely dressed uncle. His face was white and flecked with color, like a clown holding a helium balloon in an amusement park.
abundantly!!! Thump, thump, thump.
“!?” The little boy was startled and his eyes widened.
“..." The man suddenly stood up with a net bag, and it turned out that the balls in it had been poured out again.
Too bad! Bang!!!
“What!?” The little boy shifted to sit on his knees. Looking down at another person from the high bed
Suddenly, the strange uncle slipped on a ball on the floor and fell backwards. This created great shock and concern for the little child. But then that strange uncle smiled with a dead expression on his face.
The strange old man stood up like usual and walked towards the little boy. Play magic and turn the ball into a beautiful bouquet of flowers and present it to the little one in front of you. That shock caused the child's bright smile to return.
........that turning point Pulling a sad child back into being a strong person again..........
“Still as diligent as ever, Dr. Trafalgar.”
“Yes, thank you.”
From a little boy who kept crying and mourning after losing his family. Now he has become a physical therapist to help victims of 'accidents' find hope again.
......Like I got hope back from someone.....
He smiled faintly, looking at the old vase that held yellow flowers. As he grew up he realized it was a sunflower. And it's a fake flower. Keeping it for a long time Even if you take good care of it, you will still be sunburned and pale.
The flower of hope he received that day He kept it as a good luck charm and always carried it with him. including study time, exams, or even being a doctor now There are also days when you are discouraged and hopeless. But this flower always helps him feel better.
“Special patient?”
“Yes...he specifically chose you himself. He wants a good physical therapist to take care of his younger brother.”
The director suddenly summoned him to inform him of this matter. After giving the brief job content, the patient's history was moved for him to read. But just seeing the word 'accident' in the document, he accepted the job without any objection.
The next day, he traveled outside to work at a suitable house with a beautiful atmosphere like a fairy-tale house. The whole house is light brown oak. Surrounded by many species of trees. plant small leaf ivy Let it grow along the designated structure to form a beautiful arch.
Patients who are responsible from today on He was a patient who had both legs paralyzed due to a car accident. and have problems speaking Unable to speak due to extreme stress and shock. ....Don Quixote...Corazon....
The beautiful patterned wooden door was pushed open. Round eyes looked at him and he could still say, It's like something out of a fairy tale. Since the decoration Including furniture
“!?” He saw something on the table and walked over to take a look.
He picked up the white piece of paper that had been covered by a glass jar and read it. and found that it was a message from his employer, Donquixote Doflamingo.
'I'm sorry I wasn't there to welcome you. We give Corazon Waiting for you in the bedroom on the right. He refused to talk to anyone, even me. Sometimes he is aggressive and difficult to understand. Please help him. I have heard that you have helped restore hope to many patients. Therefore, I would like to leave it to my younger brother. We're going to stay outside for a while so as not to disturb.
There will be a maid who comes to clean for me once a week.'
I walked to the room on the right. As the letter was written To meet with my patients
The figure on the bed turned to look out the window. Those eyes looked lost and lacked brightness. That image reflected him as a child. A pitiful victim of misfortune
“Mr. Corazon,” he greeted with a bright smile.
"...." That person ignored him and didn't even turn to look. But I was sure that whatever the other party must have heard, I kept talking.
“I am Trafalgar Law, your physical therapist from today on. I promise to make you walk again,” he said with a wide smile.
Pleng!!
The sound of something breaking next to his ear. Slender body could only stand still as if time had been stopped to review what had just happened.
The sound of the wind passes behind your ears. with a glazed porcelain plate floating towards me Luckily, it missed and hit the wall behind him. Or maybe the figure in front of him had intentionally hit it right there. However, now that side was willing to turn and look directly at each other.
"pleased to meet you Please allow me to just call you Ms. Cora. I have a gift for you on the occasion of our meeting.”
He still smiled widely, not giving in to threats. Carrying a gift box, the father walked towards the figure on the bed. Let's take the opportunity to unpack that. And what's inside is Handmade notebook and pencil Used to communicate with each other. Plus a whistle to use to call.
The tall figure shook his head slowly before laying down and covering himself on the bed. Law smiled a bit regretfully before placing the notebook and pencil on the head of the bed along with the cylindrical dog whistle. Before leaving this room quietly
Tight, tight! ....crack....tight!!
“!?” A tense voice from the front of the room woke the patient up.
Slender eyes looked around. The large windows projected an image of the outside being dyed orange, meaning it was getting late. Behind the door of his room What's that noise? Many people's footsteps were also heard...or were they stolen!!
He struggled to push himself up to sit up. But as he reached out to pick up the silver cylindrical whistle on his bedside table, he stopped. Because if...stealing too much The person he intended to call may have been mistreated miserably, but.....
......Times like this...a mute disabled person like him What should I do?......
Crack!
“!?” The tall figure reached out and picked up the thick notebook on his bedside table and held it instead. and threw it at the door that was ajar.
“Wow!! Oh!
Law slowly lowered his hand and stared at the figure on the bed in curiosity. Slender hands picked up the notebook. Walking towards the person on the bed, he gave a soft smile.
“Are you awake, Miss Cora?”
"..." The tall figure turned his head away from those warm eyes. before reaching for the pencil on the nightstand Opening the notebook in Law's hand, he wrote something down.
[What happened out there?] Slender figure read the large letters before letting out a yelp.
“Well...my staff and I are setting up the outside living room to be a physical therapy space for you. I'm sorry I didn't ask.”
Round eyes show a feeling of apologies from the heart. But the person in front of him didn't have any expression at all. Just turned to stare at the arm that had just hit the spine of the notebook a moment ago, until Law turned to look at him suspiciously.
[Is your arm okay?] The figure on the bed wrote and turned it away for you to see.
“It's nothing. Don't worry,” he replied with a bright smile.
From what I knew it was busy outside. Law then excused himself to help the outside staff position the equipment. And when everything is in place He went back into that bedroom with the wheelchair.
"Let's go eat, Miss Cora."
Law moved the cart closer. Lifting his arms around his neck, he picked up his body on the bed and moved him to sit in the wheelchair so he could take him out to dinner in the dining room.
Even though in the beginning I was ignored and annoyed at times. But Corazon was still docile to some extent. Day by day the distance between them became smaller. The disabled man had become accustomed to having someone walk around beside him.
The physicals are going very well. But even though the good doctor kept encouraging him that his condition would get better, He didn't look happy at all. Plus...I've never seen Corazon smile once.
The weather is clear today. Corazon often sits outside and paints watercolors of the surrounding scenery. It was the only activity that a disabled person like him could do. In this narrow house where the good doctor usually hangs around. Take care nearby It's strange that today it disappeared not long after the tea was brought.
The tall man then wheeled the car back inside by himself with the last sheet of notebook paper. Someone was sleeping on the sofa that had been moved to the corner of the room with a book in his hand.
He shook his head slowly before sliding the cart closer. He took off the long-sleeved shirt that was covering his shoulders and wrapped it around the little boy in front of him. So he noticed the large notebook that the little one was propped up on. So I secretly pulled it out and opened it to look.
'..........Mr. Cora I can't find any of the previous books. Is it all gone? Or did you lose it? I bought this book new. Use it........................You will definitely get back to normal...Don't be discouraged. Try to enter!!'
"....." repeated messages of encouragement It was inscribed on the cover of every notebook he received.
Why does this child always smile brightly? Why is there so much hope and confidence? I knew that there really was no way it was possible. But.........Can I really trust you?
Seriously! ...Haha...haha....crazy!
His eyes widened and he saw a large shirt covering his body. So he slowly brought his dazed consciousness back to the present. In his ears he heard something. And when he swept his fully awake eyes around the room, he saw A disabled man is forcing himself to walk on parallel bars used for walking exercises.
“Miss Cora!!” Law quickly stood up to support the man. Practicing walking alone without medical supervision may cause an accident. And he doesn't want that.
The slender figure tried to help. But that person reached out and pushed him away, which he refused. His tortured face was dripping with sweat. Before that hand points out to the destination
“Do you want me to stand there?” he asked uncertainly. The party nodded in response.
Without waiting, the good doctor walked to the exit and waited as desired. And it wasn't long before that person slowly moved towards him with strong intent. Therefore, I can only refrain from going here to help and encourage.
.....Try to enter....Try to enter..... The voice reverberated in his head until he muttered out a soft whisper. A pair of hands were open, waiting for the disabled man at the destination. Calling for the other party to continue walking.
Every time your leg hits the ground It hurt like walking on a field of sharp needles stabbing into the leg. It hurts so much that I want to cry. and willingly surrendered...but......
“Try to get to Ms. Cora. Walk over here and come to me. You can do it!!”
Law's cheers Law's bright, strong face He doesn't want to give up. I can only tell myself all the time. ...It must be done....It must be done...and it must be done!!!
Legs that hurt sharply He was now using it to stand on the other end of the parallel bars without holding onto anything. Slowly and unhurriedly, he walked out with those legs. Falling into the warm embrace of a good doctor. Hug him tightly and let out a sob of joy.
....Can walk....He's able to walk again...even though it's still not good. But he doesn't have to just sit on the bed anymore.....
"Congratulations, Miss Cora."
Since that wonderful day Corazon began to practice walking using a walker and crutches, of course under the careful supervision of the skilled doctor Trafalgar Law, but... his job was to get patients back. Come walk again. which means His duty is over.
“Corazon!!”
The voice calling his beloved brother's name resounded loudly. The eyes behind the strange glasses frame saw his younger brother standing on the balcony with his trusty crutches. The person turned around and smiled at him before warm arms rushed in to tighten. Along with the sound of erratic breathing, the elder tried to hold back his sobs.
But...his speech problem still hasn't been resolved. Because it seemed like it was no longer about the physical aspect that Law was responsible for.
Law left the house. After contacting Corazon's family to inform them of his condition, It felt like everything was back to normal.
Fun life with family Although still unable to communicate with words But interacting with paper messages is something new and fun. But why....even though I'm with everyone...I still feel like something's missing.
“Cora? Is something wrong?” he asked his younger brother, who was sitting looking at the window with an old notebook on his lap.
“L....la....”
“Cora?” He drew closer. The eyes under the frame of his glasses widened. The person in front of him suddenly shed tears.
“Cora? What's wrong? This book...why is that?”
jingle!
The doorbell sounded in front of the room. Slender figure then stood up from his chair and went to open the door. But aside from an old box, he couldn't find anyone. with doubt So he dragged the box into the room. Then open it to see what's inside.
....Fake sunflowers...Three plastic balls...Torn net bags....A few thick notebooks....
He opened them and looked inside those notebooks. On the first page was a sentence that Corazon wrote to talk to him. If I remember correctly, it was a notebook that he couldn't find.
“!?” His eyes widened when he opened them to look at the last page.
Black pencil marks stained every page from then on. Various drawings were written and highlighted. Beautifully cast shadows Of course, his doubts began to increase and quickly opened further.
In the beginning, what was drawn was various furniture such as vases, tables, curtains, followed by each type of flower and plant in that house. But then the picture turned out to be Law's face was all over.
Even when sleeping, when smiling, and when reading. or sitting absentmindedly He couldn't believe his eyes until he opened every one of them and saw that on the last page of the notebook, His face and name will always be written on it.
Crack! ....Thump, thump, thump.
“!?” Law raised his head and looked at the door of the room that was making a strange sound.
A multi-colored ball, slightly larger than a child's hand, rolled in through the room's ajar door.
The balls rolled in and strewn all over the front of the room. Round eyes stared at its source. and found someone walking into the field of those balls
He stared at the shadow in front of the door without blinking. Tears suddenly welled up and flowed uncontrollably. Finally, the guy who dressed up His face was white and tinted like a clown's and he walked in with a large bouquet of sunflowers.
Too bad! Bang!!!
The strange uncle slipped on the ball on the floor and fell backwards. But then the strange uncle turned and smiled brightly at the little boy.
“My face broke...haha,” he said with a dry laugh to relieve his embarrassment.
That fraction of a second The little boy dropped the notebook in his hand and ran to embrace the strange uncle in front of him with tears in his eyes.
"Finally got to meet you... Ms. Cora!!" The sound of his name being called made the owner of the name smile again.
"Nice to meet you again, Law. I almost forgot...what my own voice sounds like...thank you." His hand lifted and gently stroked his shiny black hair. to comfort
The little dream star that he had inadvertently cultivated. Unintentionally returned to give him hope again. Is this an 'accident'? No, I'd rather call it 'fate'.
+Fin.+