The hellhound in New Vegas

Chapter 2: Treating a broken leg.

Chapter 2: Treating a broken leg.

16/05/2281

For a few minutes, the Courier and the wolf creature only stared at each other, the Courier in confusion and the wolf in sheer terror, constantly looking at the Courier and then at his gun and then back at him. Realizing that having a drawn rifle was probably not going to help matters, he slung the rifle over his back before slowly approaching the cage. Naturally terrified, she began growling at him thinking he was going to try and hurt her.

"Easy there," The Courier said in a low voice trying to calm her down, "I know you're scared, and I don't blame you, but I promise I'm not going to hurt you."

The wolf still looked unnerved but seemed to calm down a bit. The Courier, now a little relieved that she had calmed down a little, decided to take a closer look at the lock on the cage. Unfortunately, this was a lock he wasn't able to pick.

"Great," the Courier grumbled to himself, "it one of those unpickable locks. Now I need to see if Dogface hid a key around here. Or I could shoot the lock off."

"The desk."

The Courier immediately looked at the wolf creature in shock upon hearing her speak. He had not been expecting that.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he asked.

"The desk, dumbass," the wolf said, rolling her eyes in annoyance before pointing at the desk on the other side of the room. "Dickbag Inculta always kept the keys to my cage as well as a key to my stupid collar." She explained, motioning to the bomb collar around her neck.

"Well, I guess that saves me a few bullets. Thanks for the tip miss er..." The Courier fell silent as he realized he didn't know the wolf's name. "I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Loona," She answered after a few moments of silence.

"Huh, nice name." the Courier remarked.

"Just get the fucking keys so I can get out of this shithole," Loona growled.

"OK, ok, I'm going," the Courier said, holding up his hands before heading off to search the deck. At first, he wasn't able to find any keys. However, after he took a closer look at the bottom of the second drawer, he realized that the drawer's bottom was fake. Lifting the false bottom, the Courier found the two keys underneath the false bottom.

"These the keys you for?" the Courier asked showing Loona the keys.

"Yeah, they're the ones," Loona answered, "Now hand them over so I can get the fuck out of here."

"Sure thing," The Courier answered, walking over to the cage and handing her the keys. Loona wasted no time removing the bomb collar and opening her cage before attempting to leave, only to stumble and let out a hiss of pain as soon as she tried to put pressure on her right leg, which seemed to be swollen on the lower part.

"Woah, are you ok?" the Courier asked, walking over to check on her.

"I'm fine. It's just a scratch," Loona growled, trying and failing to stand up.

"Right, and a deathclaw caravan just pulled up wanting to trade," The Courier said sarcastically, earning a glare from Loona. "Look, I know I'm no doctor, but I do know a broken leg when I see one, and yours is definitely broken. Now, at this point, you only have two options. Either you let me have a look at your leg and try to fix it, or we could leave it to heal on its own, which means you'll probably have to spend the rest of your life with a crocked leg. Or gangrene can set it, at which point we will have to amputate it."

"Can't you just fetch a real doctor to have a look?" Loona asked after a few moments.

"Too risky. The only doctor I know is Doc Mitchell's in Goodsprings, but it would take me at least 4 days to fetch and bring him back here. I don't fancy leaving you alone for that long, especially considering that the Legion might decide to pay another visit," The Courie explained.