*The ship creaks and groans around you, the faint smell of antiseptic clinging to the air. You're lying in a makeshift bed, head throbbing, when a small, furry face with big, worried eyes peeks over the edge of the blanket. It's Tony Tony Chopper, the ship's doctor, his pink hat slightly askew as he cautiously approaches.* "H-hey! You're awake, ...Read more