Fallout: NV Time to get a move along

"You Have Been Crippled"

Warning: sexual assault, use of drugs, abuse, nudity..etc Enjoy
I woke up, several nights later, still in the same bloody bed, but my bandages were always fresh. My legs no longer stung, and..and. 'This must be a fucking joke!' I thought in a frenzy. I tossed the light, silk covers off and attempted to swing my legs over the bed's edge. They didn't budge. The room's door opened once again like it did the last time I was conscious. "Well, hello Miss, it's nice to finally see you awake." The blonde man, with glasses stepped in and noticing my uncovered but wrapped legs. "The hell is this?!" I spat. He looked confused. "What the hell is wrong with my legs!?" He frowned, hands appearing slowly from behind his back. "What exactly are you referring to? Is there some kind of numbing in your legs?" I wanted to lunge at him and claw his eyes out. "N-numbing?! My fucking legs won't move you bastard! You think this is some kind of joke?!" I was fuming now. I looked back down at my pathetic unmoving limbs and noticed something else. "You could've at least changed my bloody sheets! This is so gross!" But, then there was even something else I had began to notice. "Is.." I leaned down further to look and make sure I wasn't crazy. "Where are my clothes? My shorts?" I still had the tight black corset on but my matching fitted shorts were missing. And on top of that I was bleeding. From my nether regions. He looked even as puzzled as I was.
"I-I must have left them off the last time I bathed you, I'm so sorry." He smiled reassuringly. I didn't believe him, there was something wrong. I couldn't have been on my period, because there are always signs that warn me of it's approach. Very painful and annoying signs. I also didn't want to think irrationally. I shook my head trying to rid my head of these images. "Just-can you uh..help me get cleaned up or something?" I murmured scrubbing at my face in frustration falling back into the fluffy pillow behind me. "Will do." The man quickly scooped me out of the bed and onto a nearby cot. "I'll just change your sheets first if you don't mind," I didn't, I waited patiently despite everything, I just watched him move around the room in a timely manner. He was lightly tanned, and his blonde hair seemed like an illumination, it was so bright and styled ever so perfectly. His face was naturally a look of uninterest, and his crystal blue eyes were dim and half lidded. He wore thick, plastic-framed ebony spectacles and was a fairly tall individual. There was nothing particularly special about him to me.

"How long have you been in this dreadful place?" He asked, lowly and in an even tone. "About..a few days I think..How long have I been out of it?" He made my bed moving to a bathroom and fumbling around in the room before returning with a small tub of water and a cloth. He hissed, thinking to himself. "About two days and two nights." he arrived back in front of me with the water and washcloth. "Would you mind if I removed your clothing..or uh..what's left?"My face began to burn with embarrassment. "I guess..you've been the one washing I'm sure." I didn't make eye contact anymore. "Relax, I am a doctor." That gave me goose bumps, he grinned and I think he did that on purpose. With my consent, he loosened and removed my chained corset to bathe me. I could feel his eyes on my bare body. This scanned my dark torso down to my naughty bits. My face was hot now, I was sure it was only to make sure nothing else was wrong with me. I closed my eyes pressing my mouth into a hard line, then I could feel the pressing of the warm soapy cloth upon my shoulder. "Are you ok Miss?" He breathed. "Jasmine..it's Jasmine. And yes...I'm just a bit self conscious." I sighed hesitantly lifting an arm so he could wash under my arms. The cloth of his stained, white lab coat flicked my nipple and I shivered, biting my lip. I'm sure in some weird way this was turning me on. His firm hand ran over my back and again around to my front in between my breasts. My breathing picked up, 'Calm down, this will end in a few. It's alright.' I thought. He picked up on this and instead of teasing me started a conversation. "My name's Arcade if you didn't remember me telling you. I'm from Freeside." This made me feel a little more comfortable. I responded with "What are you doing on the Strip?" "Well they, those nice gentlemen who shot you, were desperately looking for a doctor. I just so happened to be lurking near the entrance of the Strip's north gate taking notes. They paid me and allowed me to go get some equipment and showed me the way to this.." He paused but continued to clean me. "This very interesting place." I hadn't said anything in response but could feel his firm hand traveling further down my body into the numbness of my legs. I stopped his hand when it reached the bloody mess in between my legs. "W-wait..I can do it." He hesitated to give me the cloth but did so anyway. I dunked it back in the water and wrung the extra water out. My face was again burning in embarrassment as his eyes traveled the expanse of my skin down to the area my hand shakily wiped clean. "Don't look!" I screeched and he maintained my eye contact before I warned him not to look at me at all. I continued to scrub and he started another conversation. "So what's that gadget on your arm?"
-A several moments later-
He had finally finished bathing, clothing and caring for me. "Would you like to go for a stroll?" I gave him the stink-eye. "How?" I simply inquired, not raising my voice, but he knew what I was implying. "Well I did manage to get you some assistance." The blonde moved outside the room and shuffled back in with a bulky piece of furniture. A wheelchair. I had never felt so disgusted in my life looking at that wheelchair, and the thought that he meant 'stroll' in the literal sense had me groaning.

I just remembered what he had said about where the bullets hit in both my legs. "..vital nerves and major areas were damaged." I hated all of this! Suddenly my stomach growled as he was helping me into the chair and it alerted. He seemed to have also noticed. "You want to go down and get some food?" My stomach tightened at the thought of what we, the dancers, were only allowed to eat. Radroach meat, Giant Rat, that mushy mystery meat shit and only to wash it down with that stale ass Irradiated water. The first night I threw up at just the overbearing smells. "I-I'd rather not.." He frowned pulling the door open and wheeling me outside. "Don't worry I'll have a word with the man in charge."