"East Mojave, born and raised, spent my time getting shot at most of my days."
"Whoa there, easy now. Easy." The voice had a British accent and he seemed out of place in Nevada.
The man sat upright and his head reeled, his vision blurred, and his crotch itched.
"You've been out cold a couple of days now. I'm The Doctor." the man in front of the patient said. A ray of moonlight shot in from a nearby window and The Doctor's face came into full view. He was young, about 20, had a brown mop of spiky hair and brown eyes.
The patient rubbed his face and looked around inquisitively.
"Doctor what?"
"Don't know my last name. Just always has been, The Doctor." The Doctor said leaning back in his swivel chair. "Anyway, I had to go digging in your brain to get the lead ou-"
"Doc, no you didn't." the patient interrupted. "You didn't even use anesthesia to knock me out. I was awake the whole procedure."
"I-" The Doctor began. He withdrew his statement and allowed him to continue.
"All you did was dig out the bullet with a pair of rusty tweezers and stuck four stimpaks into my cheek."
"Fine, you cheeky bastard, I'm not a surgeon I'm just a doctor. Your at NCR station Beta Foxtrot, we found you half naked in a ditch outside of camp and decided to save your ass. That'll be four hundred caps." he said reaching out his hand.
"Does it look like I have money on me?" He then gave a look of realization. "NCR? Hallelujah, I don't owe you jack!"
"Howso?"
"I'm a ranger!"
He got up and ran out the door.
"Wait!" The Doctor said, "What's your name?"
The patient slowed down, "Mordecai Rawls!" and then he bolted out of the door, boxers and all.
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And then the cold nighttime desert air hit him and he ran back inside like a little girl. The doctor was leaned against his bathroom door with his arms crossed.
"You're suit is in the locker. The Vertibirds won't be back until tomorrow." The Doctor said.
"Vertibirds?"
"Yes, we're closing this fort, costs too much to keep us stocked, we're going back to the Mojave Outpost. You'e welcome to stay here until."
"I'll take you up on that. Where do I sleep?"
The Doctor pulled out a box of nails.
"Pick a fence post, any fence post."
Mordecai walked outside and made himself a hammock out of his Ranger's suit's cape.
"Gotta love that brahmin hide."
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