Hands grabbed for the sink as the Doctor lurched forward coughing up a mouthful of blood, leaving the sink a splattered mess. He leaned over the porcelain; struggling to catch his breath after dragging himself to the nearest house while the throbbing pain ebbed away to a numb tingling now that the water wasn't nullifying his devil fruit.

Water rushed from the faucet before taking a handful to splashed his face, washing off any bits of dried blood then lifted himself up to look in the mirror. What he saw was a torn up mess of his reflection with bruises and cuts covering nearly every part of his skin and four long gashes along his chest. Likewise on his back as well, though these gashes were shallow thankfully; unlike the one at his right waist which had gotten him pretty deep.'Ugh..talk about a shitty day.'Shaking his head, pressing a hand over his chest which caused him to wince in pain.'Hnn..yeup..4 ribs broken and not to mention this sprained ankle.'Standing up fully, running a hand through his damp, matted down auburn hair to slick it back and out of the way.'Guess I should get started on first aid.'Giving his neck a good crack first then reached down to search through the multiple pouches along his belt till he found the scissors.'Shame, but nothing in these pouches would of helped.'A shrug of his shoulders as he used the scissors to cut off the wet, shredded jacket caked in blood and the shirt soon followed.'My favorite jacket too...'Shaking his head with a sigh, he tossed it in the nearby garbage can then set the scissors down.

Ten minutes later he stepped out of the shower and used a towel to dry himself off.'A good shower always helps after a strenuous chasing.'Tossing the towel away to look at his reflection; body naked, cleaned of the dirt, blood and glass that made it easier to better assess his injuries. Soon finding that his legs were equally bruised and cut up, though other than a sprained ankle showed no sign of broken bones.

Now that he fully knew the injuries and damages to his body; fixing himself up was next and picked up the belt hanging on the toilet. From it he pulled out a spool of string, needle then searched through the cupboards taking out any bandage/gauze/cotton balls and gauze. Humming while using the rubbing alcohol to properly clean out the gashes along his chest and waist; tossing the blood soaked cotton into the trash for new ones. When finished, he poured the rest of the bottle down his back, cleaning the wounds on his back.'This pain devil fruit really is convenient. Most would barely be able to move with these kind of injuries.'Laughing a bit at his own musings.

Picking up the needle and tied the string to start stitching up the gash on his waist, though looked up after hearing another explosion.'The riot and fighting still going on huh?'Gradually working the needle along the wound closing it up.'Those pirates are lucky they only have to fight marines...while I had a yonko's pet on my ass!'His stitching picked up speed in his anger.'And he ruined my favorite jacket!'Tugging the string up and a snap of his teeth cut the string.'Worse yet..he got my shades scratched up...these are special made damn it!'He dropped the needle in the sink then opened a pouch on the far left which held four extra shades, each a different color. Using his fingers to pinch the bridge of the shades and a low chink was heard as he pulled off the ruined pair; eyes closed with small indents all along his eyes made by needles which kept the glasses from falling off. The Doctor snapped the orange shades then threw it away before grabbing one from the pouch and slipped it on and a click of the button set the needles into his skin.

Purple shades he saw after opening his eyes.'Ah well..orange was cool, but this seems sleek.'Giving that toothy grin of his to himself; working the gauze all along his chest down to his stomach then did the same to his arms and legs. He nearly looked like a mummy with all but his head and lower waist covered up as he finished with placing a few small bandages over his cheeks.

Finished with the first aid, The Doctor left the bathroom for what seemed the parents room and scrounged through the closet for clothes.'Whoever lives here has no style.'Everything he saw were plain shirts or beige coats; little option given to him and grabbed a simple light grey shirt and pair of dark blue jeans and slipped them on, though reluctantly. Making his way into another room, this one likely belonging to a teenage boy and looked through his closet.'Ah there we go..this is more like it.'Grabbing a black hoodie, throwing it on with a flick of the sleeves and went to inspect himself in a long mirror.'Perfect fit..and now there's just one last thing to do.'Adjusting the hem of the sleeve; gazing at the mirror with a serious expression.

Taking a big bite off the sandwich he made, now sitting at the kitchen table as he leaned back against the chair with a sniff. One second everything was hectic and dangerous and now here he was lounging in some deserted family house munching on a sandwich in their kitchen.

A yawn slipped his lips before picking up the glass of milk to take a sip as he pulled and turned the newspaper left on the table. He gave it a quick look over, but it was filled with nothing but stories of Fenir and his execution. Taking the sandwich to take another bite.'Welp..now that I got something to eat..bout time I decided were to go next.'Leaning his head back to ponder on what options were left him.

On one hand there was the center of town where a big riot going on so that was a no go. Then at one end of the island were the citizens likely being evacuated through lifeboats by the marines which he could slip into to get a ride off the island. Yet, that carried the risk of being recognized as an underworld doctor and locked up. This left The Doctor with two options...

-head for the docks where its most probable a band or group of pirates are hijacking a marine ship
-Try to find Fenir and figure out what his true aim is

Choices..choices. Which to decide.'Mumbling to himself while finishing the first sandwich and started on the next.