Irene loved her new home. Deacon had been so generous to offer to let her live there. She liked working with Miss Curie treating and tending to the patients. She found herself often spending hours just listening to the stories each person could tell her; tales of heroic action, insurmountable odds, and noble actions were her favorite. She loved it when the hero fought for the right thing and stopped at nothing to protect the ones they loved. She was shy to admit it, but she hoped one day that she might be the damsel herself in some romantic story.
Laughing softly to herself, she resumed the checkup on Mr. MacCready. He was one of her favorite people to talk to. He always had a funny joke or quip, and he was one of the few people willing to talk about Derek with her. The enigmatic leader of Mr. Garvey's Minutemen, the close friend of Deacon and his shadowy organization of associates, and the father of young Shaun was often a subject of curiosity for her.
He was the quintessential hero, a dashing rogue just as able to talk his way out of trouble as fight past any number of dastardly villains.
"Now, Mr. MacCready…"
"Please, Irene, call me MacCready or RJ. I'm not that old!" She laughed and shook her head as she stuck a thermometer under his tongue.
"Okay, MacCready, you're chest sounded a bit congested and," she pulled out the thermometer and checked the temperature, "you seem to be running a fever. Hmm, that's troubling." Pulling out her clipboard she wrote the symptoms and a few notes.
"I think I'm going to give you some aspirin to bring down that fever and suggest that Miss Curie check you out herself. Could you perhaps come back in a few hours?"
"What do you mean?" Irene sat down next to MacCready on the bed and patted his shoulder. She had heard about how his son had fallen grievously ill and she wanted to be as comforting as possible.
"Well, likely it's just a bit of a cold or a flu, but with medicine a bit scarce right now I just want Miss Curie to give you a good and proper look over. Just so we can nip it in the bud before it develops anymore, alright?" He nodded and accepted the few pills she handed him. As she walked him to the clinic's door he turned.
"You look like someone I used to know. Did you ever live in the Capitol Wasteland?"
"No, sorry. I was born and raised in Diamond City."
"Oh really? Neat, you should talk with Piper. She's the reporter for Publik Occurrences!"
"I'll make sure to do that MacCready. Now, you get some rest and make sure you drink some water. I'll come fetch you once Curie is ready!" She bid her farewells and returned to her office to finish filing the paperwork on the visit. MacCready, however, knew for a fact that she wasn't from Diamond City. No one from there had teeth and nails that perfect.
And, as for the fact that she looked exactly Nora? He figured that was best left as one of the many unsolvable mysteries of the Commonwealth.