Nora breathed a sigh of relief when they finally made it inside the bunker and Danse closed and secured the door behind them.
"Everyone OK?" Danse asked as he turned around. "Are you two OK?"
"Relatively speaking," Nora said. "Although we need to give Deacon the once-over here."
Danse looked at him quizzically.
"You look familiar. Ah, now I remember. You're Railroad."
"And you're Brotherhood. Sorry you risked your life for the likes of me."
"Well, I did it for her. Nora is the only reason the Brotherhood has let me live."
Deacon scrunched up his face. "Yeah, when I pointed out that you wouldn't exactly be thrilled to see me, she said you were former."
Danse looked at Nora. "You mean he doesn't know?"
Nora shrugged. "Not my business to tell, Danse."
Danse looked stunned for a moment.
"Dude, if you think she'd break your confidence, you don't know her at all."
"I like to think I know her very well. I'm just...well, I haven't adjusted to it myself yet." He turned back to Nora. "Thank you, my friend. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you in my life, but I'm glad I did it. Now, let's see what we can do to make your friend here comfortable."
Danse led them to one of the inner rooms that he had set up as a kind of bedroom. There were two beds, as the station had been set up to be run by two people. Deacon's breathing was getting very shallow and he was coughing more, probably worsened by the sprint they just took, so Nora ordered him to at least sit down while they checked him out.
Danse disappeared into one of the back rooms and reappeared with a blanket and a large medical kit.
"Pretty crude, but it'll have to do until we can get you to a better facility." Danse explained. "I'm going back up front to keep an eye on things. Yell if you need help."
He disappeared without waiting for a reply from either of them.