[color=00aeef][b][u]Doc Teddy Wright - Mariner's Shack[/u][/b][/color]


[i]“Yeah my right legs injured. Not broken, but probably sprained or badly bruised. Can also feel some cuts and bruises on my chest, arms, and back. Fell off my boat when it hit some rocks up the shore, and fell on the same rocks.” 
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"Nothing I can't handle," Teddy replied in an upbeat tone as he began tending to the stranger's wounds. After a few hours of examination and medical attention, he'd given the man a full evaluation. James's leg had been set with a makeshift splint to keep it immobile. He also treated the cuts on his back with a bottle of old rubbing alcohol and a few bandages which wrapped around his chest, back, and abdomen. 

"There, I think that'll do it," Teddy said with a sigh as he packed up his supplies and snapped his bag shut, "No charge this time, on account of the not-so-warm welcome you received coming into town. Let me know if you need anything else, my little clinic is in the back of the Bait Shop, can't miss it."

With that, Teddy gave a wave to Longfellow, and stepped outside the shack for a few moments with him before heading down back the dock. Longfellow returned, pulled up a chair and sat down next to James. He then pulled out his flask and grabbed two old glasses from a nearby shelf. He poured himself a shot of whiskey and offered another to James.  

"So," He said, setting his gun aside, but still within easy reach, "Doc said you don't have any signs of long-term radiation exposure or of having been in the Fog for very long. Which I guess pretty well clears you of being a cultist. That still don't explain much about what you were doing out there though. Mind filling in the blanks?"

[color=00aeef][u][b]Bishop - Being threatened [/b][/u][/color]

"Whoa, whoa take it easy now," Bishop said, feeling the end of the shotgun pressed into his back and the knife looming too close for comfort to his neck, "Look I can help you. You say you're having memory flashes right? Visions and things that don't make sense. I've seen it happen plenty of times before. Alot of Synths go through the same thing when they first 'come to' and realize what they are. Sometimes the memory wipe doesn't take or the memory programming is faulty. If you know who The Railroad are, then you know we're dedicated to helping Synths. Just put down the weapons, and lets talk man to man. Huh? No need for this to get ugly...I can help you."