Bianca and Alphyne had made their way slowly back into town, but once on its outskirts they realized they didn't have much of an idea as to where to go next. They still had no ship, and there was little chance of anyone being willing to sell them one. There was also the issue of clothing. Despite being easily pushed off earlier, Alphyne had no clothes to speak of but the rags she had been wearing since she became a slave. Bianca could also see the mark of the Celestial Dragons burned into her back which would immediately make her a target.

Alphyne didn't seem to mind her brand at all, and pointed out that the other slaves would have the same mark.

"They'll have to head to the village too, human. If there's a bunch of slaves running around why should I be worried about myself." She protested.

"They have better clothing than you." Bianca insisted. "They can cover up their marks well since they needed to be presentable for any company. You were probably not going to be see so they didn't need to give you better clothes. Trust me, I've been around enough slaves to know how this works."

Alphyne grunted, but she had to admit that Bianca had a point. She agreed to remain on the outskirts while Bianca went into town to find her some clothes.

"After this, human, I hope you know that I have no obligation to stick with you." She reminded Bianca.

"Yeah," Bianca said. "I know. But something tells me you and I will be sticking together for a while."

With that she walked off, leaving Alphyne to ruminate on her words.

Once inside the town Bianca could see that the news from above had not reached the people. This was good, she didn't need any more trouble. She had managed to bandage up the wound from earlier with the scarf she wore around her neck, and she was desperately trying to keep the wound from gushing blood. Normally, her body would heal quickly thanks to her fruit, but thanks to the captain she had no energy left to commit to such an act.

Her first priority was to find a doctor. Knowing that one would be close to the docks she went there first. After struggling to ask a few dockhands she found that one did work only a block away from the port. With a heavy sigh she dragged herself to the clinic, only to find a line. She groaned loudly despite the pain, and groaned even louder when she saw that almost all of the people in line where there for basic ailments that they could treat at home.

"A pirate doesn't wait." She muttered.

With what little of her strength she had remaining, Bianca pushed her way through the line all the way to the front. No one dared stop her after they saw the slight trail of blood she was leaving behind. Once inside Bianca slammed her fist on the reception desk. The young man behind the desk seemed terrified once he saw her dark gaze.

"Doctor, now." She huffed.

The young man nodded and ran off into the back to find the doctor. A moment later a young woman in white appeared from a doorway. The receptionist was cowering behind her, but she was not fazed at all. She marched up to Bianca and matched her steely gaze.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

Bianca groaned again, and nearly lost her balance as well. The woman in white managed to catch her with one arm, and upon inspecting this supposedly terrifying individual, as her receptionist had told her, she could see the damage. The large laceration in the girl's chest was draining her blood at an alarming rate despite the makeshift bandage applied to it. The blue scarf was already turning violet with blood, and dripping at the ends. Underneath, Bianca's brown coat was shimmering red along with her white undershirt. Even her jeans had traces of blood on them.

"Thomas, close up the doors. I've seen all these people before, tell them to go home." The woman in white said to her receptionist.

The boy moved without hesitation and quickly began to herd the patients out while the woman dragged Bianca into the back room. Once there she daintily placed Bianca on a warm medical table which was surprising to the latter party considering how much she weighed. The woman in white couldn't have been more than a hundred and thirty, but she lifted Bianca, who was at least forty pounds heavier than that, like it was nothing.

The apparent doctor didn't seem to notice as she stripped Bianca's upper half to better survey the damage. The pirate didn't try to fight off the doctor, but her face turned a light shade of red at the sudden exposure.

The woman examined the wound like it was her own. She could tell that her patient had lost around twenty-five percent of their total blood volume, and more was slowly coming out. The injury was obtained via a sword, but she didn't have any knowledge of anyone with a large enough sword to cause a cut this large from shoulder to hip. Except for Captain Leo.

Not wasting any more time, the doctor grabbed her tools of the trade and began her work. Three rags, a spool of heavy thread, and a ruined coat later her patient was up and about like nothing had happened. She couldn't quite understand how this girl had such vigor after sustaining such an injury, but when she insisted that she lie down for at least a few hours she was flatly denied.

"Sorry, doc, can't stay. I have a friend in need right now, and I'm pretty sure she might dislocate my shoulders if I delayed for too long." Bianca said.

Just as she was about to rush out the door the doctor grabbed her arm.

"Now hold on a second!" She shouted.

Bianca stopped pulling and looked at the doctor with a curious expression.

"What?" She asked.

"You have sustained injuries that could have easily been fatal, as a doctor I cannot allow you to put yourself in further danger by rushing off." The doctor said.

Bianca gave thought to this. She did have a deadline, albeit a vague one, but she didn't want to ruin the stitches she had just received.

"Okay doc," She said. "Then there's only one solution."

"Yes, you need to lie down and rest." The doctor began.

"You're coming with me." Bianca interrupted.

"What?" The doctor said, before she was pulled out the door in her bloodied coat as if it were her Sunday best.

Bianca rubbed her head gently. She could still feel the pain from the blow the doctor, or Yofie as she preferred to be called, had dealt to her skull. She hadn't been very pleased with Bianca's apparent rudeness, and felt the need to correct her behavior posthaste. But, after a brief apology and introduction Yofie had agreed to come with her. Now she wouldn't have to worry about collapsing in the middle of the street, and bleeding out.

Yofie, on the other hand, was quite displeased at the unexpected turn of events that were now shaping her day. It had been rather exciting to treat her first real patient since her joining the staff of the dockside clinic, but the consequences for doing so were turning out to be more difficult than she expected.

Bianca had told her that they needed to find the biggest shirt and pants for her friend, but that she wouldn't need shoes. The request for discretion was also odd, but being a doctor, Yofie knew she could fulfill it. She wasn't totally sure why she was helping this girl, but something almost drew her in without her even realizing it.

Bianca had managed to find a fitting shirt despite the concerns of the shopkeeper whom she purchased it from. It was only a dark blue tank top, but it would fit Alphyne well based on her predictions. The pants were proving difficult to find, however.

"Hey Yofie." She said.

The doctor beside her diverted her attention from the shops around her to look at her patient.

"Yes, Bianca?" She responded.

"Don't you know any stores around here that sell bigger pants? None of the ones I've seen will fit my friend." Bianca said.

Yofie had to give it some thought. She had only moved to Metris Island, the name which she provided to Bianca upon her asking, a few months prior. She hadn't had time to do any real shopping so her intelligence on the matter was limited.

"Well," She began. "I think I heard something a while ago about a tailor by the name of Gilgo on the east side of town."

The news had been passed down to her when she had first moved in, but since she had had everything she needed for her profession Yofie hardly had need of such information.

Bianca smiled. She had known this doctor would be a great help. She had always been a good judge of character, and it was nice to see this was still paying off. To some extent, she was getting the same vibes from Yofie as she had received from Alphyne, and this only made her want to get to know her more. After all, every ship needs a doctor.