A girl on each arm figuratively speaking. had this been any other day this would have been a textbook good day for Johnny, would be one of those great days to dedicate a holotape to.... yet today was not a good day for johnny, it was a shit day, also worthy of holotape but he didn't have any to spare. ok he had plenty of holotapes but those were for important things like music not overwriting and bitching how he felt horrid. hell if he had the clarity of mind he would have commented on the girls and given them proper compliments, but well. his mind was a white noise factory working on overtime. baseball bat to the head, arm, hip, and leg will do that to a man you see... do that to anyone to be brutally honest. But johnny's ears weren't just picking up nothing but white noise, he did hear Osaki's words of concern about weapons. looking down to his disguarded shotgun he'd  nudge his foot to the side, kicking it out a bit in front of his foot so he could step on the butstock  just so, causing it to stand at attention a bit making it easier to nab. snagging the beat up shotgun with his arm he'd flip it around, break the top open  and remove the two shell casings. placing the thing between his legs he'd clamp it there for stability while he moved his hand to grab two more shells from his pockets and load the weapon. snapping it shut he'd turn his attention to fixing it up some. pulling his tool box around to his front with the strap he'd crack it open carefully. snagging some wonderglue, duck tape, and some scrap metal before closing the tool kit up for the moment. he'd layer on the wonderglue to some scrap metal before sticking it along the barrel of the weapon to reinforce the damaged areas before wrapping it up with a layer of ductape just to be sure. with that done he'd wrap the stock with a bit of tape as well, just to make sure the thing was good to go. tucking the items back into the tool kit after straining himself with the repair job he'd look over to give Osaki a bit of a smile as he'd offer the shotgun to her so she could defend herself. that's when he had to see it.  now of all times he had to see that needle from the stimpack. 

"n... no  lol.. no lolly pop doc?" he'd ask, trying to get a laugh out but the pain that prompted from his ribs soon told jack fairly clearly to not do that, that the whole laughing thing was an extremely bad idea. all said and done though the woman did have a stimpack. wondrous things those. just a few could get a person back on their feet even after some seriously grievous wounds. the technology used to create them thankfully wasn't lost during the great war and they were so easy to use, well an idiot who had been blindfolded could still use one.