It was ironic that he was leading the nurse tryouts when he couldn't even heal himself correctly. He inhaled the strong bitter drug through his nose, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to ignore the sharp prick of the drug entering his system. "Fuckin' hell..." he muttered to himself while he opened his electric blue eyes, the usual glint appearing dull and faint. Pincher's lower jaw tightened as he stumbled back from the bottle of cocaine, giving his head mutiple shakes even though it only caused more growth from the pain that the fracure of his skull was creating. How he got it was unknown, all he remembered was waking up far away from Barracuda Bay and stumbling back to the main camp area. He didn't want to go question the others for medical advise, his mind warped with the obsession of dealing with things by himself. He could do this. He could do that. This was the stubborness that his uncle had warned about and the croaky voice of the male whispered in his ear. You don't have much longer if you keep this up, Deniz.

"Shut the fuck up...I-I'm fine..." Pincher wheezed, his tar black pupils dilating randomly as he stepped out of the captains quarters, his footwork appearing sluggish and slow. He kept his head ducked low as the charcoal canine headed towards the center of Barracuda Bay, his icy blue gaze narrowed to slits as the bright sunlight was too much for the sensitivity of his eyes. Gritting his shark-like teeth, the male muttered a string of Romanian curse words before sputtering out a small shout "Anyone interested in becoming a nurse in training, h-head to the fucking Jungle Temple...NOW!" His voice escalated to a snappy howl, the scowl on his sharp facial features now becoming more prominent as he stalked away into the lush vegetation of the jungle and towards the intricate temple that loomed over him, stepping through the mist that always hid the temple from outsiders. Once inside, he headed towards the large meeting area of the medical field, glad to see that multiple herbs were already hanging by crimson string on the wall for the tryouts. Once there, he went to a slouched sitting position with his ears pinned flat against his skull, his figure faintly shivering with a look of warning showed that the captain would not be fond of being probed by questions of his condition.