Understandably, all those drugs would go to a poor someone struggling for money to feed his or her addiction. This doctor was rich because of some random supply of drugs that came from an unknown to her source. But no one must have known the source because everyone (at least in Megaton, if not any other unsettled places) bought from him.

She got up. She did not want to sit, and her arm struggling against the stagnacity of the bedpost spoke it.

The doc turned around by the time she had made it to him. "Girl..."

"Doc..."

"W-why are you up?"

"Because, I'm gonna eat. Something real, not any of this mush you feed me."

He turned red. "Well...I can take you -"

"No thanks," she said, reaching for the doorpost.

"But you have a concussion - you should not be up and it's the only reason I feed you mush, so you may be able to eat it safely."

"No -" she began to struggle with the doc. "Let me go."

He restrained her arms. "If you leave, I'll have put my medicine to waste."

Sanya gasped. So he was worried about that. "So the only reason why you want me to stay here is so I can be able to repay your caps. Well excuse me for not ever having needed your 'Stimpacks', anyway." He let go of her.

"You understand you could've died."

"NO!" She said, pushing him, hard, having him stumble out the doorway and her jet forward in turn from the velocity. She fell onto the ground, palms flat against its dark-colored, rotting wood panels. "I could have lived. Just differently. I was planning out how I would have lived without you, there."

The doctor got up, more than three times fast than she could have in this condition she was in.

"Sanya...stay, I beg you."

Sanya took a scapel from the bottom of a tray of a movable table and stuck it in his foot, after innocently moving crawling near to him. He screamed and his first instinct was to slap her. Then remove the scapel.

She took a crazy blow to the head. He was right: there was something wrong with her. Her face spun around or no, the environtment, but that did not stop her from pulling on his leg to pull herself up. She tried to pull him over to the ground using her weight as counterweight against his unbalance from her pulling on him but it did not work: she noticed now that he still had the knife. It would have been safer to cut him down completely, and or with something else.

So she struggled with him for the knife, and he ended up putting it to her neck. She let go of his knife arm with one of her hands to crush his children with the other. He screamed and threw her to the ground. She now elbowed her way to the exit and stood up for the doorknob.

He grabbed for her and she ducked, out into the open.

But falling forward, she now tumbled down a large slope almost dying.

Someone found her battered body in the middle of the morning and screeched. A kid.

"A dead body on the ground! There's a dead body on the ground! Someone help -" the kid was devolumized. Sanya could not move a muscle to see why. But the doc's frantic whispers made her understand.

"Move, move, move!" She told her body through mental messages. It would not budge. She decided to speak, the only muscle available her larynx, presently, for any use.

"Raaape! Rape!" she screamed, the only thing she thought anyone would actually react to.

Thankfully someone had already spotted her beforehand thanks to the kid, because they were in route to her way before she began to scream but she had not noticed until her last utterance. The savior sprinted towards the slope she had tumbled down and held her in his arms. "Are you okay?"

The man's tilted hat and teetered appearance spoke to her. He was a village protector. He was the one that would protect her.

She passed out in his arms and woke up to the the smell of something dank and dirty. "Hello. Had one heck of a sleep, there."

Sanya rubbed her eyes, painfully. And yelped. Pulled something; probably everything.

The man wore a trenchcoat of brahmin hide. He wore a beard of a seasoned man, and maybe father. He had boots of steel toes and leather. He had a heart as big as this city.

"Why is it called Megaton?" Is all she could let out.

"Well, cause we have a 'megaton' bomb sitting right in the middle of this city. The stupid children of atom are probably the ones to have started this place around it, and us stupider townsfolk flock to it."

He took off his hat, and was showing minimum balding. "I am so glad darling that you didn't die. But this looks fresh. What happened?"

Sanya sighed. Looked to the ceiling. She didn't have the energy to talk. "That's fine, darling. Talk when you can. But I can get the doctor's help-"

"No!" Strength from some unknown source came to her aid for her to say it.

"Uh, why?"

"I-uh, just no. Just no, just no."

"Y-you okay?...Did the DOCTOR DO THIS TO YOU?"

"N-no! No, no he didn't." Sanya lowered her head back to the bed. "I just can't."

"Is it the caps? I'm the protector here. I take care of you fo free. If you're in my vacinity."

"I understand," Sanya turned her head away from him. "But you have to trust me."

"You're almost dead," the man stood from his rickety, metal chair. "At least let me give you a Stim-"

"No!" Her chest rose and fell with anxiety. He saw the problem.

"You screamed rape. Were you raped?"

Well, being taken from her home area and restrained against her will, she felt like it. But she decided to bust another bubble, instead, of the doc's. "Your doctor's a drug dealer. Tried to sell me drugs, and I got high and fell out of his shop. He needs to get locked up for what he does. Like now."

"Really...well, it's none of my business what there townspeople do."

"He could have raped me though."

"What?"

"I didn't want to tell, but he did something most illegal."

"What?"

"He took me from my homeland. I have no idea what he was attempting, but he was indebting me to him for saving me."

The savior scrached his chin beard. "I have no idea what to think on those matters. Man people here are loosing their lives. If someone saved you, I consider it wise to repay your debt, because that person could take that life back from you."

The man stood, turning around. "Boy."

A little kid that was not who Sanya had seen earlier stood inches from the doorway. The man stared him down. "Get, what are you waiting for?"

The boy scurried away with, "Sorry Daddy," and had not reappeared for a while. The man had not talked for a while. "Oh, woman, your lips are dry. Let me get you something for that."

He returned with a glass of water...also clean. She drunk. "Where are you guys getting this clean water from?"

"The purifier," he sucked on his lips, "that the old man is keeping up. He said it's getting old and soon we won't have any more -"

"I can help."

"Sure?"

"Yes, I can. Give me a wrench and I can screw those pipes together so tight you won't even be able to understand why it took so long for them to be better."

"H-how do you know that's what's wrong?"

"Lying on the ground," she said, chuckling, removing the cup from her lips, "I saw a pipe splashing it's water down so carelessly. A leak, per se. A big one due to the wrong sized pipes. I can tighten it for you: of course, I'd need to find some better pipes for that; I'm guessing I could just add extra metal to the openings around the end of the leaking pipes and that way it'll never come out and you won't be wearing out your system, sir," Sanya mumbled her plan.

The man's crinkled eyes crinkled more, and he took her wrist and shook it under his big hand.