[color=39b54a][u][b]Dr. Arthur West - Salem Church[/b][/u] [/color]

Arthur was busying himself setting up his small makeshift clinic when he heard a few sharp raps on the door of the rectory office. He'd expected to have some patients soon after informing Barney that he would see anyone needing aid so this was not unsurprising. Usually, these wasteland settlements lacked anything approaching a real physician and their medical needs could sometimes be quite substantial. Arthur was about to open the door when a pale thin man stepped into the office and offered a polite greeting. 
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“Excuse me sir, I heard you were a doctor,” He stepped further into the man’s new room. “You don’t happen to know anything about the heart, do you? Been a few years since I’ve gotten a proper check-up.”[/i]

Arthur sized the man up and down. He was frail and thin, unhealthily so and many of the veins along his arms were visible through the paper thin skin, which was sickly translucent. 

[i]Malnourishment with signs of partial rhabdomyolysis. Likely chem addict. [/i] He thought, making a mental note. 

The man extended one of his thin bony hands and offered his name,

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“John Kaye, though most just call me Cook. I’m a bit of a self-made chemist, myself. Used to practice under Doctor Hardin in Megaton. You don’t happen to need any chems for your arsenal, do you?”[/i]

[i]Oh yes, definitely a chem addict. [/i]

"Ah....one moment...."

Awkwardly, Arthur reached into his pocket for a pair rubber gloves he'd just recently unpacked and snapped them on, before returning the man's handshake. His general aversion to germs and disgust to the surface's tendency for filth and squalor hadn't changed at all since he'd departed The Institute, which made his travels and medical work more than uncomfortable at times.  

"Dr. Arthur West," He said as he shook John's hand with a smile, "A general check-up then? I daresay I should be able to help with that. I can't say I am a self-made Doctor but I'm more than qualified."

[i]I'm an actual Doctor after all. Not a glorified wasteland butcher.[/i]

"As for your offer...well..if you're referring to chems of the recreational variety. I can't say I have much use for them. But I could always use more Stimpaks and Radaway. Along with Med-X, Rad-X etc. Oh and any bottles of antiseptic as well, my stocks of that have run dangerously low I fear."

Arthur adjusted his glasses and motioned to the nearby chair, "Please sit and remove your shirt if you would" He said politely, and reached into his medical bag to pull out a stethoscope along with a very, very well-worn blood pressure gauge. He slung the stethoscope around his neck, pulled out a metal folding chair that had been leaning up against the nearby wall and sat down next to John.

"Now, lets start with that heart shall we?" He said, raising the cold metal chestpiece of the stethoscope to John's skin. 

OOC: I'll leave it to you Fish to decide what sort of health problems John does or doesn't have.