"Am...am I going to die" she began, her eyes losing focus by the second as she kept her hands over her bullet-ridden gut. "No, no your not, just...just do nothing but breath and stay awake," he said as he continued to work away at the terminal of the auto-doc. He continued to type away at the ancient machine, it was barely functioning as is, and he had wasted far too much time scrapping the other auto-docs for parts to repair it.

"I know that but..." she started again but stopped to take long, ragged breaths, "But nothing" he interrupted. "You're going to be fine, just like every time we bit off more than we could chew", he stated as the auto doc finally started up.

"But-", she started again.

"No, please just do as I say" he interrupted as the machine processed a medical diagnosis

of its current patient.

"I don't care, I-" she began again but was interpreted by a sudden coughing fit, blood spilling out.

"Shit" he cursed as he picked up his pace at the terminal, "Don't worry the pain is about to go away," he said as the auto-doc finally finished its diagnosis.

*Patient Name:[ERROR]

*AGE:[ERROR]

*MULTIPLE GUNSHOT WOUNDS DETECTED, RADIATION HIGH*

*EXPECTED SURVIVAL RATING: 13.47%*

He stopped and stared at the screen.

"no..." he muttered as he began the surgery process.

"...I am going to die..." she muttered out as her breathing become much more erratic.

"No, I...I can help I have enough Chems and medical supplies to help keep you alive!" he shouted as he quickly circled the machine, fiddling with the arm-mounted computer.

"Just need a few Stimpacks and a thing of Med-x and-" he began again but was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist.

"James...please" she pleaded as he finally looked into her eyes, she was crying, she was afraid.

So was he.

"*hic* please just *sniff* listen to me", she continued "I'm going to die, and I'm...I don't want to!" she finished as she began to cry even harder.

"I...I know, just *sniff*" he was speechless and he didn't know what to do.

He slowly got on his knees and grabbed a hold of her hand with both of his hands. He began to mutter out words of reassurance while trying to hold back his tears. His partner continued to whimper cries of pain and fear as life slowly left her.

"James" she whimpered out as she looked into his

"Rose" he responded as tears continued to fall down his face.

"I love you," she said as her breathing slowed

"I-I love you too," he said as he felt himself shake with every breath.

"..."

"Rose?"

"..."

"no...no no no no"

"..."

"Please, god no!"

*Slam*

She quickly slammed her drink down onto the counter, "Another!" she practically screamed out as she ordered another bottle of whiskey.

"Sorry lady, I'm gonna have to cut you off," the bartender said as he continued to whip away at a shot bottle in his hand.

"Eh, wha...what did you just say boy!" she said as she reached out to grab the bartender by his collar.

Only to miss by a few feet as the alcohol in her system finally began to dull her senses.

"Listen, lady you either leave now or do I need to make you leave," The bartender said as he gestured down to his hip where a pistol sat in its holster.

She sat there looking back at the pistol and at the bartenders face.

After a few seconds, she finally responded, "Fine! I'll go you pansy piece of shit!" she said as she stood up and stumbled out of the bar and into the streets of whatever settlement she was in.

God, she missed Vegas.

Vegas was her diamond in the rough, and she had lost it.

To the fucking NCR.

She growled at the mere thought of NCR.

But was thankfully interrupted when someone placed a hand on her shoulder, "Ma'am, are you alright" a man said from behind her.

Turning around she instantly regretted it.

An NCR MP.

She knew she was around NCR territory but she didn't know she was this close!

This probably why you shouldn't drink alcohol while looking at a map and compass.

"Fuck off..ya..ya bloody NCR d-di-di-COCK sucker!" she stumbled out as she pushed the MP away from her.

"goddammit, a fucking drunk, listen to me ma'am you need to go home!" the mp said as tried to grab onto her shoulder again.

"Fuck off! RAPE! RAPE! I-I'm gonna get fucked over by t-these NCR fuck-wit...again!" she yelled as she swatted away the hands of MP.

"Ma'am! please stop resisting!"

"No! now go ba-*Burp*-back home t-to California!" she yelled as she threw a punch at the MP.

"S-shit! Kenny! help!" the MP cried as he brought up his hands to block her swings.

She heard shouting behind before she felt a pair of arms wrap around her arms pits and felt the ground get pulled away from her.

"Jesus Christ! how is she so heavy!" she heard the person behind her yell.

"Cyber*BURP*netics bitch!" she said as she delivered a knee to the first MPs balls.

Two Warriors of the Wastes, each one suffering from the loss of something cared about.

The Wanderer, he who lost his greatest companion.

The Courier, she who lost her greatest accomplish to those she trusted.