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The hospital was in an actual pre-war hospital. Scott sits in a waiting room, now turned into a 'holding' area for low priority cases. The person watching the room is a buff blonde haired man, named of Arcade. As he told Scott, Arcade is more of a scientist than a doctor, but he's skilled enough in minor medical matters, making him perfect to watch the low priority patients. With Scott is a woman with two damaged knees and a man that had a knife in his shoulder. Both are sleeping off sedatives. As Scott came in with a head injury, he wasn't to sleep. He had been passing the time by telling Arcade all of what he knew, which was not much. "Don't worry about, Scott." Arcade said, staring another hand of poker. "People do what they have to do out there." "It's not usually my thing." said Scott. "I know I don't remember much but I do remember I don't like hurting people." "Always a good thing with our FOA group." "But I did hurt someone. What if I do again?" "Part of the reason I'm here, buddy. One of the many benefits I bring to the followers is I'm a crack shot." Scott paled. "Oh, don't worry. We dug up some Syringer technology out of a Vault in Nebraska. Long story short, you act foolish, I'll nail you with a sedative." "Thought I wasn't allowed to sleep." "Well, sure it's not our preferred option but it's better than you hurting an innocent." "Oh, trust me, I totally agree with that. Totally agree."
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