Sorry guys but I have an FYI for you, when I said he couldn't move his shoulder I meant he cant use his arm, sorry about that.
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In actuality Michael ended up and moving before Sunny. After four days of heavy recovery and several stimpack doses he had ended up being able to walk around the main part of town. Mitchel only allowed him brief windows of an hour to walk because he thought the heat was bad for his wound, which was still bandaged.
After barely getting permission from his caretaker, a table had been placed next his bed with his weapons lay on it. After learning of his new "condition," most of his time was spent figuring out how to be useful again. Each piece of equipment he owned was sitting on the table ready to be tested. Already his shotgun was given back to the doc do to it being a weapon that required two hands. In fact the only weapons he could use now where his 10mm and machete.
Michael looked at the ceiling fan and smirked. Since he had woken up in Goodsprings he had avoided using his talent at sharpshooting to show off, and now he couldn't use even use a rifle. Karma really was a bitch. If it weren't for his skill with pistols giving up might have been a legitimate option.
"Well I can see your gonna go anyway then ain't you." Mike turned to see the doctor in the hallway. After just a glance he turned back down and continued practicing to cock his pistol on his shoe.
Mitchel sighed and sat down next to Michael. Since the injury, his personality had shifted. The humor was still there behind his eyes but it had dimmed to the point of translucency. Mitchel looked at his left arm, still wrapped in bandages.
"You know you don't have to leave, not like that anyway." Michael winced and reached out to his injured shoulder. Mitchel looked and frown at his patients stubbornness. "I know it still hurts, and I also know it wont stop, do you really want to leave?"
Surprisingly the response Mitchel got was an sad grin as Michael put his pistol in its holster and stood. Mitchel started to protest when Michael began putting on his armor, however he stopped when his patient began to speak.
"Doc have you ever heard the saying, 'too much of a good thing'?" Mitchel shook his head at this. "It means that even when something seams perfect, enough of it could harmthe person who loved it so much."
Michael looked up at the fan, he now had on his modified armor. (lightweight leather armor with nothing for the left sleeve, showing his bandaged left arm which was strapped to his chest like a cast but just strapped on) "My good thing was this town, a little place where I could settle down and forget the past. The last week here managed to open my eyes on what I have to do. Got to stop hiding from the past, instead I'm gonna have to face it eventually." At this point Michael had started to walk to the door.
After the door was closed Mitchel sat and stared at the wall. He had left, but was in no shape to do so. 'That boys an idiot' he thought as he clenched his fists. But he wasn't and the Doc knew that, he had somehow gotten it in his head that if he stopped moving forward his past would suck him in.
In a brief moment his hopes of his new friend staying had been swept away and it made him surprisingly sad.
'How did I get so attached in such a short time?', he thought to himself, 'I only knew him for a week, and all he did was get hurt. Was there anything else?' Mitchel rubbed his chin in thought at this. What had the young man done to make him so upset? He hadn't even attempted to receive sympathy from anyone after his injury. Never tried to pull anyone in to far, and this had annoyed him to end.
He stood and started to pace, honestly curious about this occurrence, its true he should be sad but it wasn't just slight sadness. He felt like a had let a young family member into the cruel wastes injured instead of just a week-long patient.
'He never even tried to get close to anyone after the injury.' At this his eyes opened wide, "That's it!" After he had first arrived, Michael had tried to befriend his doctor almost immediately. However even now having people he could rely on he had made a conscious decision to prepare to leave as quickly as possible. That's what had bothered Mitchel so much, in the short time he was here his patient had fallen twice, and this time he hadn't quite risen to where he had been.
In short, the man who left his office wasn't the same man as the one who had entered it. The reason the attachment was so strong from Mitchel was that he had seen the evolution of Michael Brennus into his new self, and it scared him. Mitchel shook his head and went to check on his other patient to clear his mind.
As he entered the room Sunny stopped petting her dog and glared at him.
"Can I leave this stupid room yet or are you just gonna burst my bubble again?"
Mitchel sighed and motioned for Sunny to let him examine her leg. After looking at the scar that circled around her leg and nodded at the feeling of the muscle underneath. He then walked to the door, as Sunny frowned and opened her mouth to complain before he turned around.
He eyed her for a second and said, "Walk to me and you can leave." Requiring no other directions Sunny pushed Cheyenne off of her lap, cause the large dog to yelp and glare at her owner, and stood slowly. After reaching some form of balance, she slowly limped over to where Michel was standing. After reaching him, and trying to hold back a limp, Sunny grinned at Mitchel excitedly, and with a hint of pride.
Mitchel sighed, not actually expecting her to reach him, but knowing that if he denied her now he would have his old ass handed to him on a silver platter. Leaving the room and quickly returning with Sunny's clothes. He allowed her time to get dressed as he started to clean up the area he had set up for Michael's recovery.
Unfortunately, he was unable to finish before Sunny exited he room in her armor pants and a spare shirt. The smile on her face evaporated when she saw his actions. Her mouth lay open with sad eyes for split second, but long enough for him to notice, and then she looked down.
"When." That was all she had to ask for Mitchel to understand as he continued to pick up.
"This morning, before I came in to check up on you." Sunny's hand clenched as she felt her excitement change to regret. During their mutual recovery Sunny had multiple chances to talk to Michael in private about what had happened. His rage induced kill, what he had murmured about his mother, and the kiss that may have saved his life. But she hadn't, instead she barely talking to him and always planning about their next encounter and telling herself that she would talk to him 'next time,' but there wouldn't be one. She had missed her opportunity.
Mitchel finished his work and returned to his office, but not before offering some comfort.
"I payed attention to his mental state as well you know." He said as he passed her, "He was gonna go no matter what, if you care about him." He began to close his office door. "Let him fix himself his own way." The door closed and Sunny still stood there in the same spot letting the words flow through her mind.
The doc was right, she knew that, but she would see him again. And she silently promised to herself, that she would tell about everything that she should have. Staring at the door, she was sure about one thing. Wherever he was, Michael wouldn't let himself die.
========================================================================= 'I'm gonna die!' Michael thought as he dodged the giant scorpions stinger for the third time and continued in a mad sprint toward the high ground of the cross shaped monument marked as Yangtze Memorial by Trudy.
Deflecting a forth stab by the two feet-long stinger with his machete, Michael hopped onto the edge of the memorial and dropped his machete, drawing his pistol. Now out of range, he preceded to empty his clip into the giant radscorpion. Two clips and a lot of yellow blood sprayed later the radscorpion dropped down, dead.
Michael slid down the memorial's step behind him and put his pistol in its holster. Grunting he grabbed two med-x from his bag and swallowed them dry. He waited, allowing the stabbing pain in his arm to fade into a dull ache before sighing.
Michael closed his eyes and rested his head on the wall while he could. He fingered the bottle of med-x in his bag and frowned. The doctor had said that he would gain a tolerance for the pain eventually, but for now he would have to rely on his med-x to stay sharp.
As he was now, the Mohave would chew him up and spit out the pieces, he knew that. However he also knew exactly what he had to do. He would keep moving, keep fighting, keep learning.
Michael stood and started to walk down the steps, grabbing his machete on the way down. He started walking towards Primm in the distance. He didn't know where he would go, what he would do, or who he would meet. However he was sure of one thing.
"I'll be the most lethal thing out here," he said to himself as he slowly walked through the twilight before the sun set. "This desert wont have me till I'm good and ready."
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