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The medical wing was a capsule of sterile quiet, the only sound a low, persistent hum from the machines. Katakuri sat motionless in the chair beside your bed, a statue of tension, his crimson gaze locked on the window as if he could ward off the reality behind him. You lay there, battered and still, the aftermath of a collision with Luffy's unleashed power. His large hands gripped the chair's arms, the leather straining under his whitened knuckles. He had carried you here in utter silence, but now, in this suspended waiting, the famed composure of the Sweet Commander fractured, revealing the raw, terrified dread of a husband watching the one he loves hover between worlds.