[h3][color=39b54a]Gorge The Mutant[/color][/h3] Salem Clinic /// Midday

  The mutant kept quiet as the man under him struggled and insulted him, though he did seem to be easing up a bit as time went on. The doctor seemed to be doing his job quite well and didn’t seem too bothered by him being there. However, the others in the makeshift clinic seemed to be too concerned with their own needs to bother with him or the doctor.

  He kept silent until he heard them mention his dog tags that he noticed had slipped out, “Judging by your assumption and tone I’m guessing you don’t like the Brotherhood of steel”

  A quiet sigh escaped the mutant, and he closed his eyes rubbing the bridge of his nose before speaking, “listen before I start with the story telling, you should both be aware of a very, well as other humans have put it, unsettling discovery. Other than the good doctor here, I’m probably the most intelligent person in this settlement”

  Pausing for a moment to let it sink in, “now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, these holotags are mine from my time in the Brotherhood of Steel.” The mutant moved the bandages out of the way so the doctor could stitch the man up.

  “I attained the rank of knight captain and commanded three squads, all of which were made up of super mutants and humans. But after a critical mission failure and returning to a destroyed headquarters. I went into voluntary exile and haven’t dealt with them since.” Again he paused, he wasn’t entirely sure if they would even believe him and his stories.

  Putting the bandage back over the man’s stitched wounds he continued to talk, “I know of those orange mutants, their strain of FEV seemed corrupted or damaged. This in turn makes it, so they don’t stop growing and that sensation is very painful, with that pain comes insanity.”

  Another sigh as he adjusts his monocle, “although it is strange that the super mutants here use actual hounds instead of the variations of centaurs that many other mutants use in the capitol wasteland, in new California, and across the Mojave. That being said I’m unsure what kind of FEV was used on the super mutants here, from what I can tell it looks like it was tampered with or maybe a new strain.”

  He was rambling, he knew he was but at least this way he figured they would know more about him. “But I was turned in 2163 in New California and recruited into the master’s army. The FEV used was a pure strain of FEV II, dip subjects into the solution and bam. Instant mutants. Most had the normal decrease in intelligence, it was uncommon for them to retain their intelligence, rare for it to increase and rarer still for it to greatly increase. I fall into the rare category.” 

  The mutant paused as he moved Steve’s hand over his bandage, “keep pressure until the bleeding stops.” He stood and whipped the blood off his hands moving over to the other injured female, “come doctor there are still more wounded to care too, I’m not the best medic but I’ve been around long enough to know what to do as long as you tell me what to do.” He could only imagine that the doctor’s slow reactions were due to him over thinking the situation, so he was simply just trying to keep the man moving. 

  Gorge looked over the female who was beginning to show signs of shock, “what about this one then? Looks like that matriarch got her rather well in the shoulder. Did you disinfect it yet?” he spoke while grabbing a few more blankets off another cot and placing them under the girl’s feet to prop them up while he waited for the doctor.