The young man stood in the doorway for a whole minute, not knowing what to do next. Jim felt suddenly like a fool, sitting there and not helping the one person that saved them all from the horrors of the Wasteland.
"C'mon Jim, you can do this. She needs you. She's not even a real woman, for Atom's sake!"
Jim realizes he called the Overseer 'she' for the first time in his life. Truth be told, he always mocked her, made fun of 'it' in front of his friends, and repeatedly voiced his opinion about the fact that 'it' was not fit to run the Vault. But despite all the troubles they had, despite all the break-ins, 'it' did a pretty damn good job.
"What happened to me?" Jim asks himself, while putting his left hand under the Overseer's legs and his right hand around her waist. He tries to lift her up, but barely manages to raise the synth two inches above the ground. "Man, she weighs a ton! I can't do this."
The guard gives up and heads out the Overseer's office. He returns a couple of minutes later wearing a power armor. Jim lift her up, when a little spark surges from the synth's broken arm, and lands on his right cheek. The young man jerks back a little, but remains firm on his position. He shouldn't drop her; she's already badly hurt, who knows what else might move out of place inside of her.
Like everyone else in the Vault, Jim always saw the Overseer in her jump suit. There was nothing sexy about the costume; on the contrary. But now the synth was sitting naked in his arms and he was staring right down her chest. Squeezing his eyes, Jim thought to himself:
"Damn, she's beautiful... For Atom's sake, what am I thinking? I need to get her to the infirmary faster."
He starts running down the hallways, even though running is forbidden inside the Vault due to the fact that the power boots can severely damage the floor. But it was an emergency, can't be helped. Jim passes by several people and leaves them with a perplexed look on their faces. He realizes he should have covered the Overseer with a blanket; too late now. He opens the bulk door and rushes into the infirmary.
"Doctor! Where is everyone? I need a doctor here!"
A middle age man in a white wrapper, with brown hair and round glasses, shows up from behind a plastic curtain.
"Hold your horses! Where's the fire? I'm in the middle of somethi- Oh no! No, no, no! Bring her here. Put her down. Easy! Wait here."
The doctor dissapears for several seconds. When he returns, he instructs the young man to bring the synth with him and place it inside the Overseer's Autodoc - a fully automated medical capsule designed specifically for synth repairs.
"Thanks for your help. You can go now," the doctor says while pressing buttons on the Autodoc.
"Will she be okay?" Jim asks, worried.
"Probably. What about you, young man? You look like you're having an asthma attack."
"What? No. I'm fine. I just need to catch my breath. I... ran."
"Well, there must be something wrong with your power armor. You shouldn't be *this* tired just from running. You should have it checked."
"I'm just gonna go... Catch you later, doc."
Jim didn't realize he was breathing heavily. What was happening to him? Why does he care anyway about the 'toaster'? "A sexy toaster though... What the fuck? I need to get out of here!"
As he comes out the infirmary, the guard heads straight to a red box on the wall, removes its cover and pushes down a lever. Alarms start all over the Vault. Speaking in the box,
"This is Jim Hendrick, identification number alpha niner. We have hostile incoming. Most likely a Brotherhood of Steel detachment. The prisoner escaped. I repeat, the prisoner is no longer with us. Possible hostiles already in the Vault, wearing Stealth Boy's. All security personnel should travel in groups. Use movement trackers and head over to the vault door, immediately. Hendrick, out."