"Nova" Janet moaned "I don't feel well."
The older woman approached Janet and touched her forehead.
"What's up hon ?"
"I just feel so... off. Does that make sense ?"
Janet rested her head against Gobs bar and sighed. Lately she had been feeling nauseated, sore and just plain moody. Her usual love of food was off, even the slightest scent causing her to dry heave.
"Are you sure it isn't that time of the month ?" Nova asked.
"Naaaah I'm not on it." Janet answered automatically.
Her features froze and she rose her head from the bar.
"I'll be back." she muttered and headed out towards her Megaton home. Nova stood slightly confused then shrugged. Janet disappearing at a moments notice was nothing new.
Janet pulled her key from around her neck and opened the thin metallic door.
"Charon?" she called.
"In here !" a harsh voice called. Janet headed towards the kitchen smirking at the dark smoke that came from it. She laughed as she found Charon, covered in powder and bringing food to a boil.
"Well aren't quite the housew... What the fuck is that ?" Janet gasped.
"Mirelurk." Charon frowned looking down at the achievement he was proud of up till moments ago.
"I have to go ! " Janet gagged clutching at her mouth.
She sprinted up the stairs and barely made it to the post apocalyptic themed bathroom. Throwing herself onto her knees she vomited into the basin. Her ears picked up heavy footsteps behind her.
"Go away !" she shouted during a gasp for air.
"No." Charon stated.
He waited for Janet to finish and rinse her mouth when he sat behind her pulling her close. Her head rested against his shoulder and Charon stroked her hair.
"What's wrong ?" he asked.
"I don't know." Janet mumbled closing her eyes and deeply and slowly breathed.
"We should get you to a doctor."
"I'll be fine, honest." she smiled weakly and stroked his cheek. "I'm going to go sleep for a bit now.
She kissed Charon on the forehead and made her way to their bed. Charon held his head in his hands. Yet another problem he couldn't shoot away. His contract should have had another training. Dealing with women 101. Ha. More like dealing with women from 101.
Charon went back down to kitchen and picked up his pot for trash when something damp reached his leg. Looking down he found dogmeat panting with huge eyes.
"Fine."
He put the pot on the ground where it was quickly devoured by the greedy dog. There his cooking couldnt be that bad.