"Woah, woah, take it easy."

Why's everything blurry? Where am I?

All I can remember is bursting through the doors of that subway in the Boston Common, I can't remember what I was getting away from but--Well, whatever it was, apparently it was worth running into Skinny Malone.

Is that what happened? Did I have a run in with some of those gang boys?

I try to sit up, choking back a yelp of pain, wounds, of course.

Something else, too. Hands.

No, not hands....

What the fuck was that sensation in my stomach? I can feel a hand on the back of my hand but-

"Fuck-" I snarl, squirming to get away from the sudden, sharp pain, as if someone has tweezers going after something.

Jesus Christ, was I shot?

When I squirmed the hand on my head tensed, wait, it's not just me? Fuck, what whacko am I in here with?

"Don't move, I'm trying to get the bullet out." So it was a bullet wound.

Again a sharp, slicing pain, that has me tensing up, hissing in a breath, and trying to pull away from the thing, the person that's causing it.

Can't see, can't protect myself, what's gonna happen?

Why can't I see? I swear I can see but?
Jesus Christ, and the ringing.....It sounds like white noise....Or....Or.....God, is it hot in here? Fuck I'm gonna be sick....

"Breathe, kiddo."

It sounds like I'm underwater, it feels like I'm underwater, I can't breathe? But I'm breathing? What's going on?

"You're going into shock, just hang in there--Almost got it-" That voice, it sounds....It sounds....

I arch my back without thinking, my legs suddenly alive, ready to thrash and put up a fight, but why? Why is--

Shit, pain, as if a bead of my flesh had been grabbed, and was slowly being extracted. I didn't need to process it for my body to react, impressive.

Apparently not to whoever had their hand under my head, the hand moves from under my head, to the edge of my ribs, just brushing the soft, vulnerable flesh of my stomach. Though it doesn't feel like they're dangerous, it feels like.....Like they're holding me down? My legs, shit, they are holding me down.

But why? What is this person doing?

A hazy image reminds me exactly my situation, why it hurts so much.

One, two, three, four. That's what it took before I went down, well, there's some explanation.

Holy shit I'm thirsty, I'm hot too, and nauseous.....I just need to sleep for a little, napping makes feeling sick better.

I'll just shut my eyes for a little....Let myself calm down...

Muffled words, something on my cheek, and the tweezers practically ripping from my flesh.....

Four shots, then I went down.....

Blackness. All that's left.

~~~

Eyelids raise slowly, wood....Cheap wood....A ceiling?

And something soft underneath me, soft and dry, and warm? Where am I? How'd I get warm?

My vision's blurry, like I'm on jet or something.

And voices, hushed, nervous? Sad? Angry? What is that emotion?

I can't move, I'm trying but I can't.

Am I drugged, did they drug me?

No, Skinny's people wouldn't waste Chems on me.

Or is this Chems?

Maybe if I just will myself to move enough.....

Ah, there it is, my cheek twitched.

At least something moved.

A muscle in my right arm then started to twitch, coming back to life.

My eyes are still half closed, I can see that, moving them needs to happen, now.

Thank God, my muscles are still responding.

I raise my eyelids as much as I can, they're heavy, like I've been running all day and all night, and I finally got to stop.

What are my radiation levels? Is that why I'm so tired? Shit.,....I should've gotten some sort of radiation measurement thing, then I would've known if that's why.

Thumping, is that my head? Oh my God......

No, no wait-

That's footsteps.

Shit shit shit shit shit-

Close your eyes, don't move, they'll kill you if-

"How's the Doc's patch job?"

Fuck.....There goes that plan...

Blue, lots of blue--And he's big, whoever he is.

And what patch job? I didn't get a patch job.......

More footsteps, lighter than the others, a trench coat...

"Finally awake, eh?" New voice, but.....But familiar......Who is that, where've I heard him...

Fuzzy.......I know that voice......It's.....Fuzzy.....I can hear it.......

A blink, yellow, gray, blue, tan, and smoke......

I think.....I think I'll sleep again.....

(A/N) 

I'll do part 2 if enough people like this one, lmao.

For now, I have an idea for a Maccready oneshot, so I'll get onto writing that. 

Also, I'm working on my Skyrim oneshots, apologies.