OOC: Riht thanks, god I'm dumb at times, I forget everything.
IC:
Arthur turned to look at the poster as well, and half laughed, half recoied in shock. "Why on Odd is a chippunk a singer star? Shouldn't they be like, Slog food or something?" Arthur wondered aloud. Dek took a look at Scruben't burnt eyes. "Hmm, they look quite badly damaged old sport, I may have to graft on some new eyelids for you, then stitch them up and leave them that way for a while, so that your eyeballs can heal, and your eyes aren't exposed to light too quickly. It'll be a little painful, but I can heal you." Dek opened his medical box, rummaged around, then found what he was looking for: some tweezers, a syringe of morphine, scissors, a scapel and tiny little needles with thread. He then looked at Boogie "This big fellow should be easier to heal. All he needs is that steam pumped out of him, some cold water and a breathing inhaler. He may need a little chest operation to prevent any damage from the hot steam and to remvoe any scar tissue, but he'll pull through quickly." Dek then got the neccessary items out. Arthur turned to look at him in amazement "How can you fit so many tools in such a tiny bag?"
Dek just carried on with arranging his equipment. "Right, I think this mudokon here should be treated first, as his eyes are pretty nasty. Now, Sefon, you seem to have some medical knowledge, so you can assist me. The rest of you please leave the immediate area so I can treat my patient."
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