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[color=DCDCDC][b]"I swear officer, I only malpractice on the weekends!"[/b][/color][/center]

[color=DCDCDC][i]"This is bad...[/i][/color] is all that Leonard could really think before turning his head ever so slightly to look at Nikko. He felt a tinge of pain in his gut as he realized that the Marines were zero tolerance...even if she was injured, they'd likely still fire if he didn't do as they asked. Lowering his head slightly, he started shivering, particularly his legs started quaking, before he nods. [color=DCDCDC][b]"F-F-F-Fine! I-I'm not a pirate, b-but she's injured. W-We need to get her medical attention."[/b][/color] he states, slowly sinking to his knees and then lying on the ground, visibly afraid of what would happen. Looking up towards the blue-haired woman, he pleaded: [color=DCDCDC][b]"D-Don't give them a reason to hurt anybody...M-Maybe i-i-it'll be okay..."[/b][/color] as he clenched his teeth behind his mask.

He felt terrible...he was literally about to let them walk all over him. What if they hurt Nikko? What if he had to go to jail? W-What if they'd execute him then and there? A million worries were racing through the pacifist doctor's mind. None of which really involved thinking of how to get out of this mess. He was going to get arrested, probably beaten up, then get a fishman island breakfast in prison from a sturgeon man named Bobo. Ashamed and scared, he lowered his eyes to the ground. [color=DCDCDC][b]"...Am I...really going to die here?"[/b][/color] he questioned from behind his mask in a hushed tone, almost impossible to hear. He felt like he was going to cry, but just...lied there. One last time, he said: [color=DCDCDC][b]"Please, don't hurt her,"[/b][/color] voice quivering slightly.