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My Dearest Doctor,
It has been some time, I do hope you’re keeping well, I must say I have missed your enchanting and kind company. I have enclosed a box of those biscuits you enjoy so dearly and a request; will you escort and accompany me to the wedding? I cannot think of anyone else more suitable. I look forward to hearing from you;
Always, Gloria.
[note arrives from courier from RIVET CITY CLINIC] Mack, it's Doc Church. I'm at the Rivet City clinic seeing patients. A man brought in a mortally wounded young female this morning. Said her name was 'Susanna' and that she was a resident. I tried to positively identify her but it's difficult given the damage she sustained. There is no pip-boy on the body. I'm trying to compare records, but it's possible that this is your sister. You should come to the clinic immediately. I'm sorry.
The note trembled in his hands; time had come to a full on standstill. The words were there but he couldn't focus enough to grasp them fully, so he just stared at it reading and re-reading the words that just shook the very foundations of his being. His client huffed impatiently, ink only half done.
"Yo, dude you gonna finish this or--"
"Get the fuck out."
"Excuse--."
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" He screams shoving the guy out of the door. Lost client but what the fuck did he care, he just found out he'd lost his sister. What the fuck was a half-tattooed junkie to him?
You should come to the clinic immediately.
There were no second thoughts. He ran clear of the door, pushing anybody who got in his way. No time for people, no time for anybody just his sister. Just Susie. He thunders heavily across the tarnished ground, the wind stinging his dampened eyes, body begging for mercy as he runs, and runs and runs with no thoughts of stopping until he was there, in that clinic, with her. Jumping down a rocky slope he rolls out of it, his heart is beating in his ears, everything burning and screaming at him to stop, take a break, drink some fucking water at least! No.
In less time than he think he'd ever managed it Rivet City appeared on the horizon usually a place headed to for fun. Not today. Like those in Megaton, when he arrived, nobody was safe -- he ignored the guards ("Fuck you.") and pushed aside anybody that got in the way of his path the clinic was so close and she needed him so much. I'm coming for you Susie, I'm coming--
"Doc?" He pants, finally arriving at the door almost no sooner than the damned note had arrived. He'd probably beaten the courier back here by hours. "Where is she?"
Please don't let it be her, please.
He didn't know what he would do if it was, the hollow feeling he had at just the possibility was already too much. He peered around the clinic.
Please don't let it be her.
[ Would you rather kill Emma and save a group of children or kill that group but still have Emma? ]
…the kids go.
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d check in to make sure you were doing well. It may seem odd, but it feels like part of my duties as a doctor."
"How very kind but you don't have to feel obliged to check on me as a Doctor, you're a friend after all. Do, take a seat. Would you like something to drink?"
[Dear Harkness: I'm writing to apply to the position of rivet city security. I don't want to do the ridiculous application. You know my credentials. Deputy Weld and Lucas Simms are my professional references. I don't actually want the job but you should give it to me so I can study your citizens. And so I can kill Steve. I think you'll thank me for it. We should discuss this very serious application over a coffee at the Lantern. This is not a date. From: Doc Church]
Dear Doc Church,
No.
Harkness
P.S I'll be over at 8.
Little thing
“Doooc!" Sam pounded at the clinic’s door with a tiny but rapidly swelling fist. "Doc Church, I got some gross fire ant goo on me and it really burns and it hurts!"
'general bone things.'
doc church everyone
-- Mungo's are bowing.
"Idiots!" She screeches, "You big stupid Mungo's almost squashed me. Look where you're walking."
