Do Stop Whinging, It's Just A Zombie Bite [OPEN]

[mind_of_the_sky]

Characters: Jade Curtiss, any Victoria II crew who were injured in zombie shindigs, or any volunteer healer-types who feel like getting ordered around.
Content: Doctory things - no dissections, I promise 83
Setting: The medical quarters, which are shockingly unspecific in size and patient capacity, thus precisely as large as they need to be~
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[justundertall]

Garfield inclined his head a little in greeting once Jade had introduced himself. "Ensign Garrrrrfield Tabbis, though Garrrrfield will do just fine. And he's Bidoof," the feline added with a gesture of his paw. "I'm one of the cooks while he's the shipwrrrright." Though the doctor would've possibly already known of Bidoof - from what the beaver told him, he had been on the ship a bit more longer than the tabby himself after all. "And as forrr Mrrr. Edgeworrrth, even if he is... preoccupied as you said that doesn't give him any rrright to step on you." Honestly, humans these days. Couldn't they spare a though about their animal counterparts at the very least? It was all really rather annoying.

And while Bidoof was clueless about X-rays, Garfield did now what they do - he had stayed in an animal clinic for a time and being around the streets for so long, information such as this wasn't very hard to understand after a while. "It simply looks at yourrrr bones," the feline purred out, "to check if therrrre's anything wrrrong or frractured, as the fine doctorrr mentioned." He paused to cast a concerned glance at the hurt paw, "And I wouldn't be surrrprrrised to find that paw of yourrrs in a bad state, given how harrrd the firrrst mate stepped on it." Really, that human needed to learn how to be more respectful. At least the doctor was alright.