(Just testing the waters. Tell me what you think)

I woke up with the lights shining down on my face. I cursed under my breath, but slowly sat up in bed.I guess just me rambling on might get confusing. My name's Taylor Koziol. Dr. Taylor Koziol, for what it's worth. I'm the doctor out in a settlement called Eden. Yeah, we all know the ramblings of the so called 'President', and the town was partly named for the Garden from the bible, and partly to mock John H. Eden. I was thinking of making this an audio message, but I figured that typing would be less work, plus I probably couldn't set it up right anyway. The young girl who had become my assistant had flicked on the lights of my clinic-home and woken me. "Brygida, why'd you have to wake me? I was having such a nice dream."She sighed and set down the box she was carrying. I guess I can't exactly call her young. She's about 19 and I'm 25. "Sorry Doc," she said, her voice coated in sarcasm "If anyone came in, I could just explain why the lights are off, and that the doctor can't see them because he won't be bothered to wake up!" Assistant may not be the right word for her. "I get it, I get it, guess I should just about get to work huh?" She shook her head and walked back into storage. I sighed and sat in the chair at the front desk. I reached down for the box with the paperwork for all my known paitents. Everything else might be in chaos, but I still like to keep organized with my files, one of the few things I like to keep so, as Brygida could tell you.

I started to pull the box out, leaning halfway out of my chair to do so before the door opened, setting off the bell I set up, and causing me to jump and hit my head on the desk. It hurt like hell for a moment before it settled into a dull throbbing. I looked up, rubbing my head, at who had entered the clinic. A man I had never seen before stood there. He was bleeding a bit, and one of his legs was bandaged heavily. He also seemed to glow slightly. "I need help." . I looked him up and down once more and replied "No fricken' way." as I straigtened up in my chair. He managed to gasp before nearly collapsing, stopping himself with the doorframe. I hopped up from my desk, putting his arm over my shoulder and closing the door. "Brygida!" She came back from storage and saw the man, instantly knowing what to do. She went back into the main clinic room, quickly clearing a gurney and wheeling it out into the entry room. I met her halfway and helped the man onto it. I wheeled him over to where one of the iv stands was located. "Stay with me" I said to the man, whose eyelids fluttered. Now that he was closer, I could see that his body was full of gunshots, as well as laser burns. "You got a name buddy?" He peered at me through slitted eyes and muttered "Lion?Lionel Ackers." With that his head fell back. "Brygida, I need some rad-away and Med-X, stat!" She went up to a table and tossed me the bag of radiation treatment, which I hung upside down from the iv stand and hooked it up to the iv. I quickly swabbed his arm with alchohal before inserting the iv into the man's vein. Bry came back with a syringe, which I snatched from her hand and injected into his other arm, only after swabbing it of course. This kind of thing always happened out here. People walking out in the Wasteland get ambushed by Raiders or Slavers or god knows what else, and only just manage to stumble into town already half-dead. I hooked Lion up to a heart monitor and watched his pulse. It was beating fairly rapidly before the Med-X took effect, slowing it down to near normal. I then got to work with patching up his wounds. The places that were bleeding the worst I bandaged and moved on. Those that stopped bleeding were stitched up expertly, if I do say so myself, assisted by, well, my assistant. The laser burns were covered in a gel that I found to have properties to healing burns before being bandaged heavily. I then turned my attention to his leg. I used my scalpel to cut open the bandages, unraveling them and looking at his leg. Parts of his skin was burned away from radiation. He had stepped into some high concentration of radiation, over 800 rads. To add to it, there was a single stab wound in his calf, which had caused the bleeding. Bry and I treated as best we could before we put clean bandages on it.

"Nice work Brygida." I said to her without turning, instead getting some paper to start a medical record for the man. She took the compliment without a word and went to clean up the blood the man had left by the door.. Just another day as a wasteland doctor. I reached for some paper before realizing that my gloved hands and lower arms were flecked with blood. I sighed and ripped off the latex gloves, tossing them in the biohazard can, simply a garbage can with a poorly painted hazourdous material symbol, before walking over to the sink, to wash my arms off. I checked myself in the mirror, noticing with satisfaction my doctor fatigues hadn't been bloodied. I went back and grabbed the paper before sitting down with a pencil and started writing, filling in basic things like name, an approxamite age, gender, etc. I took a blood sample and put it into the computer. It could run tests, just took a while. I looked over at Lionel, who was still unconscious. After all that, I still don't know if he's gonna make it. Bry came back and looked at him for a while before turing to me. "Can't we help him anymore?" I shook my head and muttered "It's all we can do."