[color=fff200][b]Rick Noel - Salem Clinic
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Rick just about finished puking his guts out, when he looked at the guard lady, "I am...I am not drunk alright... though admittedly i kind of look it right about now...seriously will you...will you fet... will you fetch the doc..." He felt another hurl coming, but nothing came out, he was running on empty, but it still hurt like hell.

The doctor appeared from a doorway and spoke from beside the guard,  "What's wrong? Are you sick? Or is it venom?" He sputtered out, trying to get whatever information he could. 

"Oh!  You're...awake," She murmured, wondering how she hadn't notice he had walked up behind her.  "He's sick, all right -- wait, did you say venom?"  She looked at the patient, then back at the doctor.  "He did just come from the direction of the water.  Only poisonous wildlife ever documented were some advanced mirelurks, but if our friend here were running from one, it'd be in our sights by now.  ...oh, dear," she sighed, moving her feet out of the way once more as the young man heaved into the bin.  "Look, ahh, why don't you...bring that, yes, there you go," she cooed, placing the bin firmly into his hands, "and seat yourself just over here so the doc can get a look at you, hmm?"  Frieda guided the man to the nearest chair.

"No... not venom...should've listened to Doct...Doctor Volkert," he replied as he took a seat, with the bin in his hand. "He told me not to eat irradiated food...now it's time to pay the piper." Rick turned to face the doctor, he cocked his head and narrowed his brow, the man before him seemed familiar. "Doctor do I know you from somewhere?" He leaned in closer to the doctor, unaware of the stench of his breath, and whispered in his ear, "Mankind"