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[Khana]

Khana looked at Blade, and grinned. "Naw," he said. "I'm... I'll be alright." He paused. "Thank you, though." Maybe it wasn't so bad. After all, they may be his superiors, but they weren't without compassion, much better than being a mercenary, where you can only count on yourself.
He began to limp towards the door, to finish his task in the brig, which had gotten much more of a task with his injured leg, and the large amount of blood that would have come from the rat.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

Blade saw Khana limping and ran over to him. "Hold up matey!" he shouted as he approached. "Your limping...Go get Undertaker to take a look at that...He can fix ya up. I'll get another beast in tha Brig." he said turning around to a deckhand who was hoisting a net. He motioned to him and the otter nodded as he headed down the stairs into the underbelly of the ship. "Keep some pressure on it as ya go." He said giving Khana a hefty pat on the back and turning to head up the stairs to the wheel.

[Khana]

Khana hesitated. That was exactly what he had been hoping to avoid. But what else could he do. He had no choice now, though. Blade had already replaced him with someone else, so he didn't have anything he could use as an excuse. He sighed, and made his way down to the infirmary.
He knocked on the door...

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

There was a loud, painful and terrifying scream the moment Khana's paw touched the door. And several more a few seconds later. The Sound of wood crashing against the floor. And scrambling about. "Hey, Hold him down!" a voice came from behind the door. "I'm trying! Let Undertaker saw it!"
"If you'll move he can!"
"Both of you get off me!...And get him away!"
"It'll be over soon matey just calm down and stop Squirming!"
"No! Stop! Just leave it there! I can Live with- GAAAAAAHH!"
Another loud cry of pain pierced the door and then there was silence. The door opened and there was Undertaker gazing down at Khana, a Bloody and dripping table behind him. "Yes?" he deep and gruffy voice asked.

[Khana]

"Uh..." he hesitated. He had no idea what had just happened, but he had a fairly good idea, and his mind was playing through multiple gory scenarios.
"I was injured by that rat. Blade saw it and said I should come here..." He felt so meek in front of the big otter, and felt like a child, watching his footpaws and avoiding eye contact with the older otter.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

Undertaker Didn't bash Khana's face in or anything. He looked down at the young otter and put his large paw on his shoulder and slowly ushered him in and closed the door. He pointed a claw at the bloody table and looked at the leg. It looked deep and quiet nasty. " Lay down on your side..."He said before grabbing a rather clean looking piece of metal that was blade for cutting and scraping.

[Khana]

"What exactly do you plan on doing with that?" he asked as his eyes went wide.
He was slightly afraid of sitting on the table, esspecially after what he had heard outside the door. One could only guess what had happened. And it was only a flesh wound, and he didn't want to lose his leg.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"What exactly do you plan on doing with that?"

"On your side..." Undertaker said again before taking his paw and forcing the young otter's head to the table which in turn forced the otter to his side. Undertaker didn't mean to be harsh...It's what he knew though. No changing that...

He handed a small, thin, piece of wood to the otter to bite down onto. Reaching over to the table beside him, Undertaker took a small container filled with a cleanser liquid of some type. It was one of Undertakers own mixtures. He mixed it to clean, or burn away the infectious germs that might have made their way onto the wound. Still it never got everything. Any Stronger and it would start eating the flesh away. Undertaker took his forearm and put pressure on Khana's torso to hold him down as he poured the mixture on the wound. After that was done he took the blade and began scraping off a thin layer of the wound to clear what was already starting to get infected.

Undertaker was good at healing beast and making sure they stayed in fine physical health...even if it meant the beast would be in pain for a while before hand, Which is why the Undertaker had no sign of scars on him at all.

[Khana]

Khana was forced down on the table, and was offered a piece of wood to bite into. His eyes got wide as the mixture was poured on his leg, and he jerked slightly under Undertaker's paw. He bit harder into the piece of wood, cracking it slightly. As Undertaker grabbed the blade, he closed his eyes tightly.
This is it, he thought. I'm done for...
However, all he did was scrap across the wound, cause a mild irritation, nothing compared to the burn of the mixture. Several minutes later, it was over with and Khana spat out the piece of wood.
"That's... Much better..." he said. "Thank you..."

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

But Undertaker wasn't done..."There's a tooth in your leg..." he said as a pair of pliers appeared in his paw. He took the piece of wood Khana spat out and put it back in his teeth. He moved the Pliers to the surface of Khana's skin before digging them into the already tender flesh. Finally He hit the tooth and pulled it out...along with a slither of Khana's flesh. He held the Pliers up to Khana's face and showed him the tooth. putting away the pliers and the rest of his materials he began wrapping the now bloody wound. After he was done, he stepped back and stared at Khana as if waiting for the next patient...which there was none...