[color=00a651][u][b]Dr. Arthur West, Salem Church[/b][/u][/color]

"Well, you won't die," Arthur told Summer as he packed up the medicines he'd just been using to treat the woman, "You'll need plenty of rest but now that I've got the proper supplies, you should heal up nicely without issue. I'm happy the town pulled through in the end. Perhaps there's hope for this place after all.."

Arthur then spun around when he heard someone's voice coming from behind,

“Dr. Arthur,  I brought two wheelchairs, and a few other things for you, for the clinic.” She gestured to the pulpit where she had placed everything, “If I find more stuff I'll bring it right over, but I have to go take care of something right now. I will bring you some food later if you want to rest, you look really tired.” She smiled, “You're a real good man Dr. Arthur, we sure are lucky to have you around. I hate to leave, but I have to go now. Have a wonderful day.”

"Thank you. Thank you very much," He replied with a languid wave and a weary smile, "I'll put these to use right away."

Arthur walked over to the pulpit and examined some of the new equipment. It was a good stock to be sure, and he breathed a sigh of relief with the knowledge that finally the clinic here had what it needed. 

[i]Well perhaps it could use a few more essential items[/i], He pondered, A thought crossed his mind then. One that he hadn't thought of to do before. Maybe...just maybe...he could send word to Vault 88 and ask The Directorate for supplies. It might be a long shot, but he could spin it in a number of ways that might make it appealing for them to agree. He still considered himself part of The Institute, and perhaps he could make arrangements to benefit both the town and his colleagues back in the Vault. And if it meant getting the supplies he needed, then so much the better. He'd have to think on it more.

His musing were interrupted as Eliza and her friend descended the stairs. Arthur motioned for them to place Eliza carefully into one of the nearly brought wheelchairs in order to get her ready to leave the clinic. Once that was done, the other woman, Shelby, approached him,

“Doc, I can't put into words how thankful I am for you and what you did for Eliza. I will repay you, I promise, you name it.”

Arthur was stunned by the hug. Unsure of how exactly to react to the sudden display of gratitude, he awkwardly stood with his hands at his side with a rather surprised look while his face turned a very noticeable beet red,

"Yes...well...think nothing of it." He stuttered out once Shelby had pulled back. He adjusted his glasses which had become askew and tried to regain something resembling a professional composure. Although it wasn't working very well, "My only request for payment is that you do what you can to return the favor to help the clinic when you can and to..ahem..help me...as well..." His stomach grumbled loudly as if on cue, "Aside from that...there is no charge."

Once Eliza and Shelby had left the church, Arthur sighed deeply and rubbed his tired eyes. He walked back over to Summer and Frieda,

"I'm just going to lie down for an hour or two..I'll just be...just be.." He stammered, the full exhaustion of the days events now hitting him like a ton of bricks. He then gave a tremendous yawn which interrupted his flow of thought and he trudged over to the staircase and up to the second floor. 

Without another word or sound, he collapsed into the makeshift bed he'd made for himself on the second-floor mezzanine and immediately drifted off into sleep. The sounds of gunshots outside the town didn't even register for him as he slumbered.