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When the body was lifted off of him, Xander took a great big breath, if was under that mutant any longer he would have died. Then he proceeded to have a coughing fit. Xander was not in good shape. "Hey, I've been tossed around like a rag doll and had a super mutant drop on me. I'm sure you would just brush it off and keep going. I, on the other hand have several broken ribs, I think my leg is twisted, and on top of all that, we still have these freaks to deal with, other than that. I'm fucking peachy." Xander spat. He was thankful that he was saved, but didn't only had the social skills to be sarcastic and spiteful right now. He'll apologize later, right now he need to fix himself and the others up. His first patient was the knocked out Amelia; he did a quick once over to see what was wrong with her. She had a piece of shrapnel in her leg, Xander sighed and grasped his bag that was nearby. He was tempted to pull out a Med-X and use it, but she was unconscious anyway, so he said screw it. He pulled out a pair of forceps and pulled out the object and tossed it to the side. He then proceeded to grab a needle and thread. He started sowing up the wound so, it would heal properly. He pulled out a Stim-pak and applied it directly to the area so the wound would start healing faster.

The next patient was Lola, he again did a quick once over to see if anything was majorly wrong with her. The only thing he could see was her bruised stomach. He cursed at the thought of broken ribs, there was nothing to do for fixing them. Xander pulled out a roll of bandages and started wrapping her ribs in it so they wouldn't get too far out of place. As Xander sighed, his chest was filled with a blinding pain. He needed to take a Med-X for this. He popped the chem into his arm and shook off the pain. It was much better than being in the stabbing execrating pain that he was in before.

Xander limped his way over to Seven and said, "Whats wrong?" Xander heard his rifle firing, he looked over and saw Zephen firing his rifle. His pride and joy, the only thing he cared about in this cruel heartless world. He was touching, no firing his baby. Xander cursed Zephen under his breath that would make a raider blush. He wanted to kill Zephen, Xander reasoned with himself and refocused on Seven. Zephen would pay for that, maybe not right now. Xander was in no shape to start something right now.