But the Corpse had not died. At the last moment. Dezzi had pulled back their punch, but slammed them roughly into the ground for it to crater none the less. Grinding their white furred hand against the ground. They grimaced.
They couldn't do it…A frown was a foreign sight on the Doctor's face as they stood up. Fist clenched. The corpse did the same, neck mangled and grotesquely snapping back into place with a audibly noise of bone against bone hidden beneath the surface
"Heheh…" Slingblade let out a guttural chuckle as he leaned his head to the side. The melted face twisting into a rotted tooth grin.
'He's undead. I had thought earlier that it might have been a mercy. But for me to do it myself…do it with my own hands…Am I not a doctor. Is it not the motto of Doctors around 'Do no Harm' ?'
They bit the bottom of their lip as they leapt into the air, dodging a swipe from from sling's blade, before landing on a branch, and hanging off of it with one hand
'Do no harm…What does it really mean? Do no harm no matter what?' Another leap, the Blade sliced through the entire tree, Dezzi landing in the canopy of another
'Does it mean no Harm whatsoever? But that itself is…Hypocritical. Doctors do harm and create good? Inflicting wounds on bodies to enact surgery?' With swiftness the Doctor fell from the tree, grabbing the final branch as slingblade tried to launch himself at Dezzi
'What if he can be saved? Returned to life? But– The maleficence in his body. His actions…In his eyes…It tells me that those are the eyes of one that was like this potentially in life well…Carrying blood stained sickles that are rusted…'
Dezzi began to think back to Doctor Oslar in that moment.
Back to when she was first teaching them the principles of healthcare. And caring for a person. 'The first rule, is do no harm. Do not Harm a patient in malice, or do something to inflict more harm than the good that would come from it'
'It is our job as doctors, to heal others. Find out whats wrong and to fix it.' Was what she said. And this made Dezzi think of what could fix him…He wasn't wounded, nor clearly in pain. But 'Something is clearly wrong. Brought back from resting in peace…What would be the best solution to this problem? Is it truly to return them to death? At least, me doing it with my own hand?'
Dezzi landed on the ground. Fists clenched tight as a grimace was etched like stone into their brow in frustration. 'But if I don't…What if he continues his undeath doing more harm? What if he goes after on of the others? Am I not then complicit? If I had the chance, and the strength to stop him but didn't?!'
At the exact moment, Slingblade was already in the middle of an attack when Dezzi's eyes opened into a wide look of shock! Their guard had been abandoned while in contemplation!
The sickle stabbed and hooked into Dezzi's t-shirt and tight undershirt they wore! Blood coming forth in a spurt as he followed through, causing Dezzi to be sent flying backwards! Slamming through tree after tree! Plumes of dust erupting into the air as they skidded to a stop two dozen meters away from the crew
It had caught the attention of two of the Crew. Raven and Kale.
Dezzi groaned as blood began to soak into their shirt. A hand reaching up while their ears drooped in pain, the sticky heat contacted their hand. Eyes gazing at the stark contrast of red on their white fur "Ngh…."
They bit their lip again as they shift their look forward. Watching as Slingblade was making a slow approach to them
Dezzi continued to think back to Oslar. And her teachings
'But! You must not do an injustice to them. If they need to be stopped for help, then you stop them. Though it is their right to refuse treatment, you must do all you can to ensure they get help in some way. And if they are in dire need, force may be required.'
'This is to ensure that they heal properly. That they are of sound mind and body. If someone wants to die, you can't let them just go ahead and do it. As a Doctor we must help that person to the best of our ability.'
'I know thats a heavy thing to put on you, Dez. But you wish to be a Doctor. These hard questions are just a part of it. Being a Doctor is one of the Hardest things someone can do. Because you'll have to make judgment calls on how your abilities are used.'
'Like…If a bad man was hurt…what do I do?' Dezzi asked. They'd always been more inquisitive than any other kid Oslar had known. Certainly informed and shaped from the Trauma they had. Maybe it was those experiences that made them question that very Idea.
'Well…Huh. Well it'd be up to you to make that call. Do you help them? Do them a service as you would anyone else? Or do you do something else?' In Oslars mind, though she did not say it. She was thinking of a scenario where a tyrant king was on an operating table and under a blade that she controlled. What would be the right choice?
'I…I don't know.' Dezzi said with a sadness. 'Heh, don't be sad Dez. And don't worry about questions like that. You've still got a whole lot left to learn. It'll probably be longer than you think before you have to think about that!'
'What do we do!' Dezzi screamed. A few years had passed and they were 15. Dezzi had found a Deer while out in the Forest with Oslar. It'd been attacked by one of the predators on the Island. It was bleeding everywhere, with or Inside hanging about.
Their eyes were teary with a frown, hands hovering over before digging through their bag and pulling all sorts of supplies to begin fixing it
Only for a hand to stop them. Oslar simply shook her head. 'Dezzi. Theres nothing we can do for it now.' She said solemnly. With a near emotionless look on her face. In heat of emotion, Dezzi ripped their hand from their grasp. 'What do you mean! There has to be something! We can't just let it suffer!' They shouted, their voice echoing in the quiet howling of the snowy forest
'Dezzi.' She began. Giving a small sigh before looking back up to the young mink. 'Let me Teach you something. Something Important, that all Doctors have to Learn.'