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"Alright, that should do it. When he wakes up, tell him to lay off lifting anything heavy for a few weeks, wound might re-open if he pushes himself."

A young man with shoulder-length silver hair and an odd looking black-iron faceguard upon his face rose from his position by the bedside, packing away the few tools he'd needed to use to operate on the unconscious man. It was a relatively simple procedure, the man's arm got caught in a factory machine, dislocating the bone from the socket and tearing a good bit of his skin. While it was simple to rectify, he was lucky a doctor of any sort had happened by, otherwise the arm would likely have been unsalvageable. Now with the bone reset and the skin stitched to keep his wounds closed, all that remained was for him to recover.

"Good thing you were nearby, if ya weren't, Korde woulda been down an arm! We owe ya a lot Dr..." The man scratched the back of his head, it was obvious to the young man that he thought he'd introduced himself and he'd just forgotten.

"Calinbrus. Dr. Leonard Calinbrus. Now, if you don't have anybody else bleeding out, I'll be on my way." He said as he Began walking slowly to the door. He had placed his coat upon a rack near the door, removing it from the hook he slipped his arms into it and placed the hood behind his head, before the man grabbed his arm suddenly.

"Wait, nobody here can pay you much....but we do have some food. Stick around for something to eat Doc."

Leonard stared at him for a moment, honestly having the most intense debate with himself in his head over whether to stick around or not. His brain ultimately didn't decide, but a loud rumbling from his stomach betrayed him, he nodded slowly, and was a bit reluctant to try and remember just how long ago he ate. A few days at least.

4 Days Later
"*Bark bark*!"
The metallic beast barked out beneath Leonard who rode atop it's back as it walked along, trudging along and barking when it saw something poke its head out of the underbrush along the road. Leonard snapped out of his sleep-deprived state at the excessive barking, and patted the machine's head as if it were alive.

"C'mon Beau...we're only an hour or two from the capital...let me rest a bit more..."
"*Bark Bark*!"
"...Didn't think so."

3 hours later

Leonard and Beau looked around as they strode in the streets of the capital, taking in the oh so familiar sights under the same old polluted black sky. Leonard had to keep his faceguard off while outside, it was hard enough to breath the air already, and nearly impossible with the guard on. It felt good to be able to walk around with Beau in the streets, most places didn't like what looked like a deadly combat droid to be strolling around, but Beau was nice enough to know that crushing the innocent is wrong. Leonard stopped as he walked near a wall with something plastered onto it; It looked like a flier of some sort.

"...Monsters? They can't be serious...But...there's no way anyone would have the gall to place these without permission...That IS a lot of money...maybe I could finally open my own clinic." He looked to his side to see Beau now sitting on his hind legs, his head tilted to the side, unsure of a proper way to respond to Leonard's mumbling. Leonard knelt down and patted Beau on the head, He rose once more with the sheet clenched in his fist.

"Well Beau, looks like we've got ourselves a job."

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