[color=00a651][b]Dr. Arthur West - Ace's Diner[/b][/color]

"I'll help." Came a gruff reply from a new face amongst the crowd of townspeople in the Diner. The scarred man had been the only one to offer any help to the weary Doctor West. Arthur was crestfallen at the seeming lack of interest or concern for the injured woman in the Diner. Instead of stopping to help or assist with his plea for medical supplies, they'd simply continued to go about their business, acting as if the young woman wasn't bleeding her life away on the floor. 

[i]The surface never ceases to surprise with its barbarity..[/i] he thought to himself. 

"Thank you," Arthur said, turning to the man who had made the offer, "We need to do this gently. I hate to move her at all, but I need to get her to a better spot to treat her injuries. And the clinic is right across the road. We can do it together."

[i]“Is it really THAT bad…?” the woman had asked slowly, “I mean, I haven’t passed out yet. That’s a plus. The worst part is I’m meant to be a medic myself, if those fuckwads hadn’t taken my stuff.”[/i]

"I won't know for certain how bad your wounds are until I can examine them closely, but to put it bluntly, yes: it looks that way," Arthur replied simply, "Now lets get you moved."

Carefully, Arthur and the volunteer moved the wounded woman out of the Diner and into the first floor of the Salem Church. Arthur motioned for them to lay her down on a makeshift bedding that was laid out on the wooden floor of the church and he immediately set to work. He used what supplies he had on him to stabilize her condition as best he could. He had only a single shot of Med-X which he used to help dull her pain and a stimpak to help boost her body's own natural healing processes. However, he had very little anti-septic to help treat the wounds and prevent infection, as he'd used most of it on Eliza. The lack of supplies that he'd mentioned back in the diner hadn't been a lie, and he found himself woefully unable to fully treat the woman. Just as he'd said. 

"I've stopped the bleeding for now. But I'm going to need more anti-septic and some fresh clean bandages if we want to ensure you don't get hit with a nasty infection later." He shook his head in disappointment, "I can't believe they did nothing..." in a low voice he then added, "..sometimes I wonder if we weren't right.."

Arthur then turned his attention to the man,

"What did you say your name was? Or...did you say it at all? I'm sorry I'm afraid I can't remember...listen thank you for your assistance, but I'm afraid I need to ask one more favor of you. I saw an old pre-war retirement home when I first came here. I believe one of the townspeople is turning it into an inn of sorts right now...in any case, its the closest thing I can think of right now which might have some medical supplies to scavenge. Can you please go to the owner and ask her to send what she can spare to the Church? Clean linens, medicines, or anything that can be used as bandages. I [i]need [/i] more supplies. I have two patients who are being treated for gunshot wounds and I need help."