It is surprisingly difficult to find Aokiji despite how little he moves about, he does spend a lot of his time laying down instead of standing up to be frank. The hallways themselves are quite easy to navigate, however that might just be for me and the reason I can’t find him may be because he has a terrible sense of direction.

“It was just one patient, there was nothing you could do.”

As I was jogging down the halls I did began feeling a familiar migraine, possibly the cause of why I fainted earlier. Although, with its presence I couldn’t align my thoughts and couldn’t even think about what it all meant! Only when the migraine vanished was I able to gather my mind... with a catch.

No, I didn’t discover anything, in fact I can’t even remember what the hell was crossing my head during that little headache. I did experience something familiar while I was sleeping as well, didn’t I? Perhaps it was a memory.

If it is a memory then I suppose my priorities are changed now, Aokiji can find me instead. To test if it is a memory I need to boost my memory to try and remember it, if I do that then I’ll have three possible conclusions.

1. I remember it and it is a memory. It could possibly mean that my advanced memories like actual conversations and words aren’t going to get into my head as easily.

2. It doesn’t work and it was just delirium.

3. It doesn’t work, but it still is a memory. There would have to be another way to uncover it.

Now I suppose it’s time for me to find the method to boost my memory, but I’ve already got that covered; go to the hospital and pick up some Physostigmine, a drug which can boost long-term memory!

With that decision in mind I had chosen to make my way back to the hospital where I was supposedly kept for about a day, it didn’t take long by using my devil fruit and upon reaching it I was met with the familiar face of Aladdin.

“Oh, it’s the little girl! Nerissa was it?” Aladdin was tending to the wounds of the Celestial Dragon from the looks of it, there was some relief with my appearance I guess. Although I’m not excited that he butchered my name so severely.

“Maris, my name is Maris. Oh, and there was something I wanted to talk to you about regarding my medical condition...” I managed to get to this point, but I never put any thought into how I would get him to give me some Physostigmine. Well, clearly I have to fake a medical condition which can be treated with it... and there is one which fits perfectly. “After considerable thought and testing of which I have done, I must say that I believe I possess the condition of Anticholinergic poisoning.”

Well, there wasn’t any other condition I could think of at the time which fit in... and well I have some symptoms for it.

“Oh...” Aladdin stood in a daze, I am sure he had no idea where to believe me or not. “How exactly did you conduct the tests and come to the conclusion that you have such a condition?”

Well, he has a fair point, I am a small child who somehow conducted all the tests to conclude that I have Anticholinergic poisoning within an hour. I wouldn’t believe that at all.

“It was more a deduction, from what I’ve been told; I’ve had a loss of consciousness, memory problems and the... delirium. I came to the conclusion I possess Anticholinergic poisoning.” I explained, Aladdin nodded but he wasn’t exactly rushing to get me some help. I suppose I should add to the mixture some more, this time I should probably include the cause. “I also ingested some... Datura stramonium.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?” Well crap! He caught on faster than I had expected. “You’re a child and you would have to take half of what an adult takes to kill you.”

I suppose I could keep lying to him or I could try and just ask nicely. Who said that it never worked?

“Okay, I’m lying, you got me. Now I would like some Physostigmine please, and before you try and assume I’m going to use it for something bad I would like you to consider a point.” I raised my hands up to try and see if he would give me a chance, he stayed silent so I assume so. “Considering you’re a doctor and you’ve had a long career, it’s normal to not trust someone asking for something which could kill them. However, ask yourself this: have I seen a child who has walked up to me with enough medical knowledge to lie to me about being ill?”

Aladdin folded his arms and merely smirked, he turned around and jogged towards the direction of some medicinal equipment, it took him only a few minutes to come back with an injection with a small amount of liquid inside of it.

“And such child subsequently failed to lie. This is enough to not kill you.” Aladdin chuckled, he held the injection in his hand, he clearly didn’t trust me to inject myself. “You could’ve chosen something like Glaucoma, more believable than Anticholinergic poisoning.”

I proceeded to expose my arm and he crouched down and placed the needle over one of my veins.

“That doesn’t have to be solved my intravenous Physostigmine, many other medicines are available. Also, much harder to fake in the little time had conjured up faking an illness.” The needle dug through my skin and enter into my vein, Aladdin injected the drug in and removed the needle, standing back up.

There were a few seconds where I saw flashes, but other than that; it worked!

“It was just one patient, there was nothing you could do!” It was a ginger haired woman, with the improved memory I was able to know that she was someone I was close to. However, she was not the one who spoke... I was.

“Really? It was my fault that I kept on guessing when it was wrong! I made them suffer because I thought I could help them!” We were both in the room which I could now remember from before, she seemed to be shouting rather loud.

“You know that now, don’t make the mistake a second time. If you do, then get over it.” I retorted, she still seemed in disarray.

“I thought it was Behçet's in the end. I had the other option, but I didn’t want to think it was that.” She murmured to herself.

“You’re a doctor, not a god-damn basket case. You’ve failed and someone died, that’s kind of a thing with being a doctor. It wouldn’t have changed anything in the end if you knew, there was no treatment.” I lectured her, however the memory stopped at that point, I no longer could see beyond that.

Well... I really am not surprised by what I have discovered. Seriously, I have been displaying medical knowledge for a while now, and if I wasn’t a doctor then I would be pretty surprised. Also, I’m not really surprised to the fact why I had so little friends now. I was quite the asshole.

“So, what happened, get what you needed?” Aladdin questioned. I suppose I should thank him, he did give me what I wanted without asking me for my reasons.

“Yeah, the memory issues aren’t there any-more.” I nodded at him. However, considering I have another doctor here, I would like to get his opinion on something. “I have a question for you: is percussional maintenance applicable to living humanoids?”

He scratched his head and blinked hardly at me. “I’m pretty sure hitting yourself is not going to solve anything.”

Well, I suppose that he would think so, he doesn’t have a reason to suspect that me hitting my head while the ship crashed caused me to regain memories from my other life. I guess hitting my head a lot is going to kill me before I ever get my memory of my past life back, so I guess for now I’ll have to put it on hold. For now I’m still in the One Piece world and I have to find my lazy supervisor. Actually... his laziness reminds me of myself now that I remember it.

I wonder how little friends Aokiji has if we’re that similar.

“Thanks for everything, Aladdin, I have to go find Aokiji now.” I thanked him, Aladdin didn’t speak and instead walked up to where a patient should be and withdrew the curtain. Of course, who else would I find aside from my supervisor? Sleeping on the job... “Wow, you’re really a Samaritan today.”

Following Aladdin’s actions I walked aside to the bed where Aokiji was sleeping, he was clearly unaware of everything.

“Aladdin, could you please close the curtain?” I kindly asked him, Aladdin had no trouble doing so, making it difficult for anyone to witness the next action. Well, if you’re curious about what it will be; let’s just say it will be a shocking experience.