Medicated || One Piece - Luffy-

After effects

Luffys POV

I feel like shit. My head is buried into my pillow but everywhere hurts. Ace says to call him if I need anything but I can't. I can't move. I'm in pain and nothing is helping. The medications 'helping affect' has already worn off and I'm left with the side affects. My headache is worsening and I feel like throwing up. Streaks of pain dash through my body and leave as quickly as they come. I want to know the time. What time is it. I need to go for my phone but I can't move, my mouth can though.
"Agh- Hey siri.   Call Ace"

There was a pause in the air. A deep quiet one
"Calling... Ace of Spades". (the contact Ace entered for himself) says Siri.

Not too much later, I hear Aces voice, asking if i'm alright. My dark, quiet room has been bathed in his voice, my nerves being soothed by the sound of his comfort. But I couldn't move, as if I blacked out but semi-conscious.
"Luffy?" his voice rang again. My body snapping out of its daze "Luffy i'm coming to your room." As he said this, my phone that once illuminated my room, darkened. I took deep breaths, feeling slightly better than I did 10 minutes ago. Ace walks over to me and turns on the light.
"Luffy! Damn you look like a dead roach bro!" he says while sitting on my bed. I turn away from him.
I don't think I look like a roach! Thats mean! And roaches are NASTY! plus. they live in mud and thats disgusting.  Nastiness.
"Luffy. I'm gonna carry you to the Tv room. Sabo's still there aswell." I look up at the man in my room. HSAHAHAHAHAH! HES STUPID! carry me? Who does he think I am?
"Ace. I refuse your proposition." I say, the best I can since my throat kinda hurts
"Well Luffy. You used 'proposition' in the wrong context plus...                          I refuse your refusal."

HAH! refuse my refusul?? Buffoonery! Blasphemy! Wat the hell does that even mean. Before I could get another thought, I was getting dragged out my bed by my feet whilst being tickled.
"AAGH ACEEEE" I laugh "STOOOOOOOPPPPPPP." My eyes were damp with upcoming tears of laughter, I could barley breath anymory. I'm kicking my feet while this abnormality is tickling my feet and pulling me out of my room, through the hotel looking like hallway.
I take a deep breath and let out a ear splitting screech. Ace reached the end of the hallway and dashed me into the elevator.

Ace POV

This idiot was laughing like a fool by the time we got into the elevator. (Yes, Gramps has an elevator in his big shiny white house.) I pressed ground floor and we started to descend.
"You done with your laughing tantrum?"
Luffy nods
"I thought you were sick." I stare at Luffy. Theres no way he could be faking this long
"Well, I wouldn't call it sickness" he smiles "It was just the side effects y'know, but yeah I still feel like the worst pumpkinmothrfukinpie." I side eye Luffy.
"Never say that again." I say as the elevator door opens. I'm really worried for Lu-
"But Kanye said! Lemme talk my shit again!!!" Says Luffy.
Anyway, He was really exited to go on medication but today just feels like a fucku-ming.
"Let me talk my shit again!" Sings Luffy while getting off the elevator floor. He's really annoying when he sings songs from his favourite artist. He's chuckling beside me as we walk to the Tv room. I do feel bad for him because he really wanted to act 'normal' or 'Socially acceptable' but look what the meds did to-
"I can't believe im back up in this motherfucker" he sings. again.
"SHUT UP LUFFY" I shouted as my voice rang throughout the house. Maybe I shouldn't of shouted but atleast Luffy is quiet. We turn into the Tv room .

"Yo sabo" Greets Luffy, as he throws himself on the sofa.
"Well you look a hell lot better than before." Says Sabo, I gotta agree. He looks a bit better but the condition I found him in a while ago was all thanks to his stuffy, dirty, messy room. There was no ventilation in there either, no wonder he had a headache and couldn't speak on call with me, he couldn't breath. hm weird. 
"oh yeah!" Says Lu "Whats the time?"
"10:37" I say while stuffing my phone beck in my pocket. I sit on the sofa opposite the door.