Brandy Brooks – Salem Clinic
"All I see right now is my friend who is in bad shape. I'm taking you to the clinic so the doctor can look at your shoulder, okay? Whatever it is, we'll find it, but you need some help." Frieda squat, pulled Brandy's right arm up and around her shoulder, then wrapped her other arm around Brandy's back and lifted her up. Frieda nearly lost her balance, having braced herself for the effort, but lifted Brandy easily.
Brandy was starting to have a difficult time holding up her head, “It hurts.”
Frieda took a breath, holding Brandy firmly. "I'll try to be gentle, but stairs are a little jarring, no matter what. Here we go." Frieda half pulled, half carried her friend up the stairs and into the kitchen, Brandy grimaced in pain. She closed her eyes as tight as she could so she wouldn't see the dead deathclaw. Her heart skipped a beat as vision of the ferocious beast chasing her vividly flashed in her mind causing her to quickly open her eyes as they entered the clinic.
"Here, Brandy, lie down here. The doc will be right with you," Frieda aided Brandy down on the cot as she began to shiver and lose color. "Shock...it's shock," Frieda muttered out loud, before covering Brandy with a blanket.
Everything was a blur now as Brandy looked around, her body felt especially weak. Another figure appeared, followed by a touch around her eyes.
"Brandy? It's Dr. West...can you hear me?" Arthur asked as he looked at her with a light.
Brandy reached up and touched Arthur's hand, “They're real,” she whispered and choked up more tears, “They're real.”
"Her shoulder's bloodied up, I didn't really look at it," Frieda said to Arthur. "I found her in her basement. She was hiding, maybe? I honestly don't know. She had knocked down both shelves, whole place is a mess. She'll be okay, though, right? It's just a...like, a flesh wound?"
"It's a nasty gash she got from that creature...but yes, she should be fine with proper treatment. I'll need to clean and examine her wound better as quickly as possible." Arthur quickly explained before gathering some supplies.
Ace then rushed to her side, “How are you Brandy, are you okay? please tell me you're alright." He looked her over and saw how she was bleeding, "Oh my god... hey doc, is she going to be alright?"
Tears fell down the side of her head, she swallowed hard, her throat was sore, “They're real Ace.” She winced and tried to tell them about her left shoulder but she just couldn't. She tried to reach up to touch Ace’s cheek but it hurt far too badly, she blinked trying to stay focused and stared up at him. Dr. Arthur told Ace to sit down, Brandy watched him do as he was told. Frieda rummaged through the supplies Arthur had gathered, treating Brandy as instructed. The pain was excruciating as she tried to mouth the words about her shoulder when Frieda jammed a shot if Med-x into Brandy's thigh. Her leg tensed up and she briefly closed her eyes to see the huge deathclaw readying for the death blow. Her eyes shot wide open and she turned to face the side of the cot and vomited, knocking over the supplies with her leg. She rolled back onto her back and grit her teeth, placing her hand on her left shoulder, “My shoulder.” Her voice cracked, still not loud, but loud enough.