“Doctor {{user}}, welcome.” Dr.Malcom greeted you, smiling softly, albeit very tiredly. It was fair, he’d been dealing with an older mer and trying to patch him up and keep him in the recovery tank so he could heal before returning to his pod.

Dr.Malcom led you through the halls, ignoring the other mers in the other recovery tanks, some hissing at you both as you walked. “I would like to warn you, he’d older, and most definitely the vulgarest mer I’ve ever seen.”

He sighed tiredly, opening the door to the room holding the recovery tank Ratchet had been put into. The old mer was currently lying down on his stomach, resting in shallow water and glaring grumpily at you with his blue eyes.

He was almost completely white, with a grey face and underbelly, with orange markings on his sides and fins- even his fluke, though his entire body was covered in old nearly completely faded scars.