Dezzi didn't remember what happened to them before Oslar Found them. To them, all they knew was something bad happened. That they could feel. But other than that, any trauma, who they were a slave too, and when they were sold and for what. Was totally unknown.
But Oslar knew.
"Come In!" Dezzi spoke in an excited tone. The Inside of the shed was small. Under 10 feet. But it was like a hobby shed. Filled with books of medicine and practice. A kit of chemestry, a holder for vials, tubes that drawed liquid into a flask, and a mortar and pestle along with a sifter and pill maker. Dezzi knew had to make any medicinal object from hand, they knew how to make Penicillin, refine it. They had bottle and ampules that they sealed themselves. They made creams and ointments. If it could be done by hand, they could do it. Bandaging, Surgery, and stiches were only part of it.
"Dez, there people that are here. They need help." She said pulling up a chair next to the short blue haired mink. Their eyes twitched to Oslar. They didn't hate Humans, like Oslar first thought. But, they were certainly fearful of them. Thinking that any of them would do bad to them if they revealed who they were.
"They're pirates. But-" She said, pulling her Aviators off and setting them on them down as she rested her hands on the table. Revealing her crows foot eyes that were that brilliant color. "They're good people. I can't do anything. And- I think it's time that you...Really got yourself out there. These are good people. And, Maybe. You could learn something form them."
"W-What do you mean? Dr. Oslar. My place is here! With you..." They said, their long ears drooping.
"It has been. But- You say you want to be the best Doctor in the World right? Cure anything you can. Fix anyone that needs fixing!"
"Y-yes but...I don't know these people."
"I know you don't. I'm just saying, it would be a good learning opportunity...for the future!" She said with a soft tone. Reassuring the young 19 year old mink.
"But...Thats for later. Do you think you can help them? At least for me?"
Dezzi's nose twitched, body shifting restlessly as they thought. It took a few moments. "Okay."
The two continued to converse, mainly to reassure the blue haired mink before bringing them back. At the end, she spoke to them looking of her shoulder. "Make sure to get your cloak and mask on. At least for now..."
The mask in question was made by Oslar, Dezzi when they were young wouldn't go into down unless they were hiding their face out of fear. And now, they went nowhere with out it.
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The trio were left in the Cottage for about half an hour before the sound of the door would alert them to Dr. Oslar Coming back. Standing in the Door way was Oslar pulling down the hood of her coat. And next to her was a figure...
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The figure next to Oslar was in fact a person, and by the looks of them a doctor too, they wore a dark cloak which made it difficult to identify just how old and what gender they actually were. A red and white mask rounded mask with no expression or facial details covered their face, only allowing the crew to see the vibrant blue eyes underneath and the blue hair which wasn’t covered, peaking through the hood. They carried a bag which seemed to clink as if there was glass inside with every move. This figure's name was Kanin Dezzi.
Dezzi would brush some snow off of his shoulders before quickly assessing the room, mainly taking note of the one who was covered in scars. He then began to speak up “So, these are the people you mentioned on the way back Dr.? They look pretty beat up...” The voice didn’t give any good indicators as to what gender the person under the mask was either, easily capable of being attributed to both male and female.
"Yeah. They are a bit in rough shape. Looks like they ran through the forest to get here. Kehehe" She said resting an Elbow on Kanins Head. "This is my friend. Dezzi. They'll help your friend much more than I could in my state." She says before Standing back up fully.
Dezzi hadn’t looked at Oslar when he spoke to her, they still felt terrible about what happened just a few days prior and as such they barely looked at Oslar, when they did it was only for a little bit each time.
Getting back on track Dezzi would quickly go back to assessing the crew. He would address the three inside “Your friend, Falcon D. Leroy I believe it was? What exactly happened to them? And if you know, could you tell me what their blood type is?"
Kirk looked at the stranger with confusion, clearly trying to work out any sense of what this person looked like. He was unsettled about how mysterious the stranger was… but if they were a doctor and Oslar. Kirk quickly nudged Kale with his now underneath the table, getting him to wake up and get to attention, before smiling at Dezzi.
“It's nice to meet you. He was shot multiple times in a lot of places, most likely causing internal bleeding and other things which most of the bullets having hit pretty vital spots. I don't think we know his blood type, but I think he may know if he can talk.” Noir was looking at Dezzi carefully, finally recovered from those blasts to the back of the skull and probably getting as much brain damage as Kale had now. He wasn't sure what to think, since the doctor was so covered… but he stayed wary.