[A faint flush creeps into his cheeks as Sanji catches him this time, and realizes that their hands had touched. It was just for medical aid! Really! Except that he hadn't hesitated at all. Still, it was dangerous to dwell on, so he looks away as well and busies himself compressing and then wrapping the cut in Zoro's shoulder. He huffs a little under his breath now and then, as if stifling his complaints about just how much the idiot gets himself sliced up in these fights, but doesn't scold him further. Not like he can talk, after all.
Wadding up one of the tattered bits of shirt, Sanji pushes himself up to go and hold it under the water streaming past the opening of the cave, but wobbles halfway up, hissing at a sharp pain in his side. Yep, probably broke a few ribs again. Shrugging it off, he moves to complete his task and comes back with a wet bandage to wash the blood and dirt away.]
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Wadding up one of the tattered bits of shirt, Sanji pushes himself up to go and hold it under the water streaming past the opening of the cave, but wobbles halfway up, hissing at a sharp pain in his side. Yep, probably broke a few ribs again. Shrugging it off, he moves to complete his task and comes back with a wet bandage to wash the blood and dirt away.]
...how's your side looking?
[yes, deflect, worry about Zoro, not himself]