[color=f7941d]FRIEDA RICHTER[/color] - Salem clinic, playing nurse -- late afternoon?

Frieda's forehead felt damp as she began to undress Adam, as Celeste had identified him.  It was out of nerves more than conservativeness -- growing up in a bunker packed with people, one tends to become desensitized to bodies and their parts.  In the past two days, she'd treated more people than she ever had in her life, and she wasn't sure yet how to feel about it.

Hearing the voice of the doc from the door brought her instant relief.  "Frieda are you back?" 

Before she even opened her mouth, the doc was at her side.  "What's happened?" He asked calmly, looking between the two women for answers. 

"He passed out in the doorway before I could even ask.  For some reason, he was soaking wet.  I figured getting him out of his clothes was a good start," Frieda replied.

"Good lord this man looks like he's been through hell and back..." Arthur began carefully inspecting Adam.  Frieda merely stood back and let the doc do his job.  Celeste shifted her weight from foot to food, wringing her hands.

"Second, possible third degree burns along the right side of his face, neck and torso...lacerations across his..." Arthur stopped for moment.  Frieda couldn't help but lean over the doc's shoulder to try and follow his gaze.  "He was attacked by ghouls?" Arthur pondered aloud. 

[i]Oh shit oh fuck oh dear god no.[/i]  Frieda immediately clapped both hands to her mouth and turned away, fearing she was really going to be sick.  [i]Surface dweller mutant mauled by other mutants and I touched him, I fucking touched him!![/i]

"Thank you for helping him Frieda," Arthur said, as he touched her on the shoulder, breaking her from her inner freak out, "I don't know what I'd do without you. I'll take it from here. Now Ms...Celeste...is it? I understand you are concerned for your friend but I'll need you to please step back. You can stay in the Clinic if you like, but I want you to stay calm and sit down in one of the pews over there. Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to help him. I don't usually like to toot my own horn so to speak...but I daresay there's no better clinic in the wasteland for him to be in."

Arthur gave Frieda a knowing look.  She hoped her face wasn't as green as she felt.  Arthur turned back to Adam and looked him over once more, gathering his bearings.  "Now then...lets begin. I'll start by wrapping those nasty burns and giving him some strong antibiotics to prevent infection. Perhaps some Rad-Away as well..." 

"I'll get those!" Frieda burst out, watching Celeste startle from where she had settled herself nearby.  She scrambled to the back cabinet, collecting the items and bringing them back to the cot.  She placed the meds on the nearby, repurposed night stand and felt her gut sink as she watched Arthur pull on a pair of gloves.

"I should have been more careful," she muttered, leaning close towards Arthur's ear.  "I didn't think about putting on gloves or anything, and I..well, I touched him, with my bare hands.  What do I do?  Am I going to get sick?"

Her thoughts and feelings were starting to run away with her imagination as her panic started to set in.  Either the Study Buddy was wearing off, or her mind was beginning to act out after so many hours of being kept awake, but whatever it was, images of pre-war movies they used to watch about zombies and getting bitten and doomed was making her feel her own immediate mortality.