Chapter 2; the arrival
As I worked in the tent I treated dozens of Aqua-Pura caravan guards, irradiated townspeople, and even a few Molerat bites from scavvers in and around Springvale, I only charged the caravanners, simply because they were well off, but even then I gave them a cut rate.
After half of the day was done I saw something I hadn't expected, a pair of Scavvers carrying a body, a body in a blue and yellow jumpsuit, a vault dweller, like me, I ran over as quickly as possible and found that it was Butch Deloria, a Vault punk when I first left, a Vault punk and a "freedom fighter" when I came back.
He was barely conscious when he was put on the table, I quickly checked his torso and head for injuries, they were vital, arms and legs could wait. He had taken two .32 rounds through his lower torso, judging by the existence of exit wounds for every entry wound it wasn't a .32 pistol, but a hunting rifle. There was a kitchen knife lodged in his shoulder and blunt force trauma to the skull, several lacerations and cuts on his arms and legs, he had broken several ribs and his skull was fractured, this was done by raiders, almost their exact M.O. all that was different is that Butch was still alive.
As I treated him for hours I remembered much of my time in the vault. Sure he was a total douche, but he was better than half the people in the wasteland, and he didn't deserve this, very few did, slavers, Super Mutants, the Enclave, and the raiders themselves were the only ones who did. As I finished treating Butch, I opened the tent flap and got 1 beer, 1 bottle of Nuka-Cola, and two Salisbury Steaks from Jenni Stahl, then walked into the tent closed the flap and sat down to wait for Butch.