[color=39b54a][b]Dr. Arthur West - Salem Clinic[/b][/color]
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“Excuse me doctor? Could I get some FUCKING MEDICAL ATTENTION?” Steve shouted.[/i]

Arthur was still examining Ace when he heard Steve shout from across the room. Far from only having a head injury, which he'd presumed when Steve had been brought in, Steve was apparently also nursing a deep cut across his stomach. The body armor and other heavy clothing of the man had obscured the wound.

"I'll be right back Ace," He said quickly, "Keep that bandage pressed on that wound."

Arthur then hurried over to Steve's beside, where the newest mutant resident of the town had already begun applying pressure to Steve's abdomen. Hesitantly, he approached the mutant, unsure of what to think of him. As he'd concluded in his earlier observations, he guess that this mutant was absolutely not one of the Commonwealth's. 

“Doctor this one is going to need stitches, and you don’t want me doing stitches.” The mutant's words stirred him from his thoughts and he set himself to work.

"Right, sorry...let me grab my medical kit..."

Swiftly, Arthur turned around and grabbed his medical bag, pulling out surgical suture and a needle holder. He cleaned the wound quickly with anti-septic and went to work,

"This will sting a bit.." He said. 

As he began stitching Steve up, Frieda came up from behind and touched him on the shoulder,

[i]"Looks like I just lost my job.  Well -- for a few minutes, anyways. Seems to know his way around a bleeder, for the most part, and seems unlikely anyone is going to try and attack the clinic while he's hanging around.  I'm going to take care of the basement situation over at Brandy's and find us some food.  I think we both missed breakfast, hm?"  Frieda gave Arthur a reassuring smile.  "I'll be back soon."
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"Thank you Frieda, I appreciate you help," Arthur replied with a nod as she turned to leave. He then returned to his needle work, making sure Steve kept still while the suture was applied. It was then that he noticed that something around the mutants neck had fallen out: a pair of metal dog-tags to be precise. Arthur instantly recognized them for what they were: The Brotherhood's with the gear and swords of the order stamped on them. 

Arthur paused for a moment in confusion, before quickly resuming, 

[i]What on earth would a mutant be doing with Brotherhood dog tags? [/i] He wondered, [i]A trophy of some kind perhaps? Yes...that must be it.[/i]