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"I don't understand why I hurt so much..." The raider said, curled up on a bed in Nia's clinic.

"Perhaps it's the ten bottles of buffout I found in your bag. All empty," Nia said. "Do you consume it, or just bathe in it?"

"I'm on fire..." the raider moaned.

That's because you were only supposed to take one of the formula. Not ten. Note: Use smaller quantities in experimental drugs. I have once again underestimated the average Wasteland Raider's desire to get high. Nia thought, injecting him with some normal med-x.

Nia dropped her paperwork on the desk, picking up her bag. She was headed out to Arefu, which was a post for some of the 'recruitment' Slavers. The family that ran the town was very militarized, so the Slavers posted out there were safe, and the family was a supporter of them too.

They didn't have a doctor, and the Slavers didn't really have a surplus to spare, so Nia went out whenever there was an emergency that she actually had a chance of getting there on-time for. The leader of the town, Abraham, didn't seem too appreciative that Nia was female, but he often seemed to find himself wracked with stomach pains, and unable to interfere with Nia's work, when she came to town.

Abraham was old-school, in many, many ways. Nia found she couldn't judge. At least he was there for his kids, even if he seemed to have an innate desire to control every aspect of their lives. The boys guarded the town, the girls ran the hotel they opened and built, a few years after the incident with The Family.

"Reith?" Nia called. Nia's switchblade, often poisoned, was enough for the combat Nia would deal with around the City, but when travelling, she needed a guard-dog. That's where the little Raider came in. Most of the Pitt Raiders weren't amused by the Wasteland Raider's behaviour, often using them as entertainment, or fodder. But to be honest, Nia's mother had been almost exactly like a Wasteland Raider. Nia was used to the weird, drug-induced rambles, and shifting moods. And of course, the sadistic ruthlessness.

Nia wouldn't exactly say she was 'fond' of Reith, but she very rarely slipped mild poisons into the drugs she supplied Reith, which was better than could be said for most people in Nia's life. Perhaps that was the extent of the emotionally-stunted-woman's affection.