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Marv was knelt at a bedside, calm hands moving slowly to thread a small needle with care as the occupant of said bed thrashed and cried so loudly it could awake the dead. It was taken by a young boy, no older than six, whom, of course, had little understanding as of why serve pain shot through his arm like an unrelenting force and why Marv, a strange man, was present. It was a hard world out there, that was the lesson such a young boy had learned today as he had disrespected a pirate in the open, whom, without missing a beat, slashed his arm off at the elbow.

Marv had grown up in Loguetown, had been taught and had worked here, so it was not rare to be recognized. The boy's mother had been a patient of him once many moons ago, and rushed to him as he passed in a tizzy. She had told him what happened in rushed histarics as they made their way back to her home, placing the boy on his bed so that the doctor could pull up a chair and get to work. It was now up to the quiet doctor to patch the small boy up, and tell his mother that her son will be alright.

That was the idea, anyway. Marv was having quiet a lot of trouble holding the small boy down, not wanting to hurt him with excessive force but also not wanting him to thrash like a madman as the doctor tried to sew him up. Finally, giving in, Marv pulled a vile from his coat and rubbed the contents on a rag, holding it to the boy's face. It was harmless, of course, and the boy slowly started to drift off to sleep.

With thrashing no longer a problem, Marv set to work stitching the wound as quickly as he could. The fuss had eaten away a lot of their time, and the boy was losing blood, so urgency should be taken into account. It didn't take Marv long to finish the stitches, apply a numbing cream to help with pain, and wrap up the stump. He soon stood in the entryway of the household, giving a very relived mother some medicine to give to her child and accepting little coin for his work, before he was back out into the night.

It was a warm night, quite pleasant for the island native as he walked down the quiet night streets. That is, it should've been quiet, had there not been a loud yelp from around the corner. A tad worried, a habit that Marv really did mean to dismiss, he picked up his pace and rounded the corner in a hurry, hoping to not see yet another injury for the night. One was enough for such a late hour. But, no, not a brawl was awaiting around the corner, for the people seemed civil, at least for the moment.

A woman and a man stood before him, though the former looked quite pale to the point were Marv's doctor instincts kicked in and he just couldn't help himself. He cleared his throat, trying to catch attention before saying, "You alright, Miss?"

It was so quiet and deep, it came out as more of a rumbled whisper than anything else and he feared he hadn't been heard.