Eyes opening to feeling of being forcibly shaken.

"Come on girly! We can't stay here!" came a raspy voice.

She groaned as the weight of her body pulled on her aching muscles and gushing wounds. Grasping hard onto the figures shoulders she felt herself being taken towards somewhere by the person. Doors were shut behind them as a musky smell hit her face. She couldn't see as her eye became swollen from the force of the punch.

"Lets get you to the Chop Shop girly" Came the same voice to her right.

She felt other hands grip her left side and help balance her weight as she was pulled towards what she assumed was the Chop shop. All the while she kept whispering "thank you's" to the figures helping her.

"Heh. You won't be saying that when you can see us" Said the voice to the left. It was more masculine than the voice to the right and she didn't understand the venom she heard in his voice.

"Barrows! Open your damn door!"

She heard the squeak of a door than a "My god, get her on that table!"

Was she that badly hurt? She felt terrible but nothing life threatening.

She was laid on the table and who she assumed was Barrows, began cutting the fabric of her shirt and pants. She was completely naked now but she didn't care. She was getting help.

"I need stimpacks and blood packs now! Hurry!"

She heard shoes graze floor and felt a sense of gratitude to whoever wanted to help but also dread at the realization of how hurt she was if she needed those things. Why weren't any of them putting her to sleep? She could feel everything that Barrows was doing. He was inspecting her wounds and with every touch it made her skin recoil from the pain. He'll probably do it when she needs being cut open or sewed up. No use wasting it if he wasn't ready but she was in so much pain she was hoping he would do it soon.

Running feet and heavy pants were at the door a second later.

"I have..to go...back.. to patrolling" the female voice breathed then she turned away and walked to the doors.

"Thank you Willow! She will need these!"

"No prob, doc" she yelled at the doors closed.

"Graves I need the vodka and the scalpel"

He was handed the equipment and she felt him poor vodka over her entire body. Maybe she IS damaged that badly. The vodka seeped into her wounds and she screamed out.

"NURSE GRAVES! WHY ISN'T SHE UNDER?" She heard him yell.

"I'm..sorry I was just surprised by it all! I'll get right on it!" she scrambled as she found the necessary equipment.

Thankful for this the lone wanderer drifted off into a much needed sleep.

When she awoke she was greeted by a dark room filled with different medical supplies. She was alone except for the glowing feral ghouls on the opposite of the glass just to her right. She wasn't scared of them, more perplexed as to why they were behind the glass window. Where exactly was she? She didn't notice the pain at first but when she tried to move she was met with it like a smack in the face. It was unlike any other she has ever felt in her life. Even after she tumbled down the cliff after leaving Vault 101 for the first time. She didn't think it would be there but when she opened those doors and the light was so intense she couldn't see, the last thing on her mind was to watch out for the cliff. She was scared, and confused and needed to get away and just fell off it. It was short enough to not kill her but for a fragile little thing born from a vault it was earth shattering. She bled from every limb while she made her way to the structure she now knows as Megaton. This however was worse. Far worse. She surveyed the damage done by the brute. Her hip was completely covered by bandages and she couldn't feel her toes. Her other leg was fine just a bit bruised. Her arms had scratches but nothing worth more than a glance. Her hand however was also bandaged. She uncovered the bandage to find her skin completely torn apart and mangled. It was ugly but she didn't think too much of it. That barbed wire helped her get up even if it got her a sickening punch. She felt for her face and noticed a bandage around her head as well as her left eye. she about to uncover it to see if she was blind in that eye but the door swung open and a ghoul in a lab coat walked in.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said not taking his eyes off the clipboard in his hands.

"where am I?" She asked putting the bandage back on her hand and setting them both in her lap.

"You're in the Chop shop located in Underworld and you're god damn lucky to still be here, smooth-skin. My name is Barrows."

She hated being called that.

"My name is Mandy."

"Right well, Mandy, I'm here to change your bandages and talk to you about payment." He walked over to her and pulled the blanket off and started changing the bandage on her hip. This is the first look she was able to get at it and to her horror there were pieces of flesh missing and it was torn much worse than her hand. He must of heard the gasp because he quickened his pace in bandaging and finished up the rest. She didn't even realize her eye was completely fine when he changed the bandages. She hadn't felt the tears as they began to fall.

"Aw come on smooth-skin, it's ok. I'm the best damn doctor there is. You're lucky I even kept your leg attached." He said with a sight chuckle.

At the sound of that she began to sob horribly and covered her face with her hands. She could feel his stare and decided she should muster up some courage.

"Will I...be able to walk..*hic*.. again? Let alone fight?" She asked between cries.

"With luck, and a lot of physical therapy you should be able to do everything you used to be able to do. But that isn't going to be cheap." He said as he picked up his clipboard and started writing something again.

"How much is it going to be?" She asked after her sobs became short sniffles and heavy sighs.

"About 2,000 caps."

"Why so much?! That's redicu.."

"Hey you've already been here 4 days. You've used my medical supplies, bedding, and not to mention it will take a lot of time for your body to heal itself." He said while pointing his pencil to her then back to is clipboard.

"You're right. I'm sorry I didn't think of all that." If he wanted 2,000 caps for all this than that was a more than fair deal. She almost felt like she was cheating him!

"Did anyone by any chance find my pack outside? I lost it in the fight." She said looking down in shame at the situation she put herself into for being so reckless.

"You're damn lucky Willow went back to loot that super mutant. She found it laying near it and picked it up for you. She has it in her possession."

She looked up at him, a small smile touching my face. "Oh that's wonderful! Can you get her for me?"

"I'm not your errand boy. Get her yourself she's outside the doors straight ahead." He turned around and left her staring at the door. How was she suppose to get it if she couldn't even move my left leg?!

After awhile she decided to test her muscles starting from the top. Rolling her head she tested her neck swearing under her breath as it popped. She lifted up her shoulders and arms and cracked her back moaning at the feel. She tried the right leg and everything was working just fine until she tried to lift up the left. It wouldn't budge. Not even the muscles were twitching as she willed myself harder and harder. She could feel the sting of tears forcing themselves back but she pushed them down and looked around the room. She scanned until her eyes fell on a crutch leaning up against the door connecting to the room with glowing feral ghouls. reluctantly she peeled herself off the bed onto the floor, muscles screaming from the misuse of them. Her stomach pressed onto the cold floor while she propped her upper half up with her elbows. Inch by inch she pulled herself towards the crutch praying no one walked in on her embarrassing display. As she got closer the feral's screeched watching her on the ground. The perfect meal if it wasn't for the glass separating her from them. She made it to the crutch and pulled herself off the floor and regained some balance. She dusted herself off and fixed her clothes and made her way to the door. Opening it she was met with a similar musky smell and a bunch of ghoul eyes on her. Ignoring all of them she looked straight ahead and sure enough there were big double doors just like Barrows had said. Unsteadily and unsure of herself she made her way to those doors. She could hear a couple snickers behind her back as she passed by a couple ghouls followed by a chair being pushed back. Familiar hands grabbed her arm as the male ghoul helped her steady herself. All snickering came to a stop as this ghoul helped her towards the doors.

"You are one tough cookie." He said with a smile that went away as quick as it came.

"Thank you again, really I mean it." She looked at him and he looked at her almost shocked.

"You mean, you aren't going to yell at me?"

She laughed. "No. Of course not." She looked away from him and watched her feet focusing on what she was doing, fully aware his eyes never left her as we made our way to the doors.

He opened them for her and she gave him one more quick thank you before making her way to the ghoulette with an assault rifle and her pack on her back.

"Excuse me, are you Willow by any chance?"

She turned around and looked at the vaulty as if she saw a ghost.

"Wow! You live!" She exclaimed walked over to her.

"Yeah luckily. Hey can I have my pack? I have some payments to deal with."

Willow slugged the pack off her back and helped her put it on. The extra wait helped ground herself on the crutch.

"Thanks." She said with a smile. "For saving my life and all."

She nodded and turned away continuing her patrol of the entrance of underworld.

She made my way back to the Chop Shop fully aware of the looks but all she wanted was to relax. She got on the bed and pulled out the caps Barrows wanted and shoved the rest in her bag. Money was never a problem which was a good thing in the wastes. Everything costs money now. She slowly slid down into the bed wrapping herself in the all but warm sheet and let her lids fall as she fell asleep.