{"sf1_id":191125,"sf2_id":"keNB0vMe","title":"Fallout - Life Goes On","author":"SrA havenofimage","words":1804,"posted_at":"2010-11-01T22:25:00.000Z","tags":["Albino","Hospital","Husky","M/F","Military","Mink","Siberian Husky","Snow Leopard","Story Series","Various Species"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/191125-fallout-life-goes-on","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keNB0vMe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/8a/07/8a072186-a628-41ed-b21e-4b2a4e273a5b","description":"#2 of Fallout\n\n \n\n\n                I sat up in bed, fur damp from sweat, the covers ...","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I sat up in bed, fur damp from sweat, the covers torn off me.\u0026nbsp; I panted, focusing on slowing my breathing, taking deep breaths, and trying to calm my body.\u0026nbsp; I clenched my eyes shut, closing out my night vision, but the dream was gone.\u0026nbsp; Jaimie rolled over in bed.\u0026nbsp; I must have woken her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Another dream?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes,\" I replied quietly, not wanting to meet her gaze.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Can you remember it?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Just like the others, just pain.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She sat up and tenderly ran a finger down my ear and across the side of my face.\u0026nbsp; Her fur tickled a whisker. \u0026nbsp;I twitched and grinned.\u0026nbsp; Jaimie could always make me feel better.\u0026nbsp; I leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Go back to sleep,\" I said, \"sorry for waking you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, are you...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm just going to clear my head, and then I'll be back.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jaimie settled back down and pulled the sheets over herself.\u0026nbsp; I straitened them absentmindedly, still distracted, before pulling the wheelchair up beside the bed and lowering myself into it.\u0026nbsp; I rolled quietly out of the room and onto the balcony, eyes cutting through the dark as if it were daylight.\u0026nbsp; Outside, the cold mountain air brought me fully awake.\u0026nbsp; The sky was clear and moonlight reflected off my white fur but a light breeze blew a few loose snowflakes across my vision.\u0026nbsp; .\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It had been close to two months since I had woken up in a bed at Raven Fire Hospital and Trauma Center.\u0026nbsp; Woken up to find a gaping hole in my life.\u0026nbsp; I had returned from a world of black unconsciousness to find that I had no memory of who I was, or who I had been.\u0026nbsp; On top of that, both of my legs were paralyzed.\u0026nbsp; The only things I knew were that I had a drivers license claiming my name was Xavier Snow, because I sure couldn't remember what it was, and a bank card accessing an account which was much healthier than I was.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I hadn't been abandoned though, as I had feared.\u0026nbsp; Two individuals had been there to help me through my difficulties.\u0026nbsp; First was Dr. Hall.\u0026nbsp; The doctor had been extremely helpful after I first came to and began to fully grasp my situation.\u0026nbsp; She would sit next to my bed for hours, just talking about whatever.\u0026nbsp; Whatever came to my mind to talk about, be it my condition or an update on current events, she obligingly would continue the conversation until I had exhausted myself, or she absolutely had to go.\u0026nbsp; I believe this time spent helped me keep my sanity.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The other had been Jaimie.\u0026nbsp; Once Dr. Hall decided it was okay for me to have visitors, Jaimie had been to see me the very next day.\u0026nbsp; Apparently she had connections within the hospital and made a personal trip to visit every patient she either picked up for, or delivered to, the ER.\u0026nbsp; Somehow though, we developed a personal connection during that first visit.\u0026nbsp; After that she came and saw me often, and we quickly became friends.\u0026nbsp; Once I got out and we could properly interact, we became more.\u0026nbsp; I'm not sure if it's love, but we defiantly both need each other on some deeper level which I still don't entirely understand.\u0026nbsp; It was Jaimie who helped restore my determination and will to move forward.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Over the past months though, I had been prone to strange dreams where I all could remember afterward was an emotion or feeling, usually pain.\u0026nbsp; Dr. Hall wanted to keep an eye on my condition and do further research, and had asked me to keep a journal of these incidents.\u0026nbsp; I decided to go back inside and fulfill that task before going to bed.\u0026nbsp; I picked the small book off of the kitchen counter and wrote down the most recent event, not that there was much to write.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I heard the soft sound of a paw depressing carpet and turned to see Jaimie standing in the bedroom door, framed by the moonlight from a window.\u0026nbsp; She was beautiful.\u0026nbsp; I smiled warmly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You coming back to bed?\u0026nbsp; It's a little cold.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of course.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I wheeled myself back into the room and slid into the bed.\u0026nbsp; Jaimie curled up next to me, pressing herself into my body.\u0026nbsp; I placed one arm around her, running my finger through her smooth fur and soon we were both asleep.\u0026nbsp; This time soundly and dream free.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The next morning we had breakfast at a local bakery.\u0026nbsp; I was still thinking about last night among other things.\u0026nbsp; I looked up from my pancakes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I was thinking a bit last night.\u0026nbsp; I don't think my memory was the only thing affected by the accident.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, from my talks with Dr. Hall and my own personal observations, I think I sense things differently than others.\u0026nbsp; I pick up details that other people don't.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Like what?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Like, without looking around I know there are currently 17 people in the dining room, two behind the counter and three in the kitchen and of those 13 are female and 9 are male.\u0026nbsp; I know the license plate number of every car in the parking lot.\u0026nbsp; I noticed that the quilt on the wall over there,\" I gestured behind me, \"has a block out of place in the lower right corner.\u0026nbsp; I know that at this altitude I could ski cross country for 12 miles flat out before needing to slow down.\u0026nbsp; I could tell you how the current atmospheric conditions would affect the velocity and flight of a bullet and that the best place to find a gun is under the apron of the bus boy.\u0026nbsp; I also know if he were to pull that gun the three fastest routs of egress and the two best ways to disarm him.\u0026nbsp; Those can't be normal facts.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; This had been bugging me for more than a week and I had been waiting for a chance to tell someone about it.\u0026nbsp; I said this all in a flash and I wasn't sure if Jaimie had picked up on any of it.\u0026nbsp; I looked at her for support though.\u0026nbsp; I had worried about this for a while and was hoping for some consolation.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her expression changed from one of mild shock to that of reassurance.\u0026nbsp; She took my hand in hers and looked me in the eyes, her gaze seaming to wipe away all my worries.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Xavier, I'm sure you're fine.\u0026nbsp; You're still a little shook up.\u0026nbsp; Look, if you're really worried, go talk to Dr. Hall.\u0026nbsp; You know she'll be more than willing to help you.\u0026nbsp; And you can always talk to me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I calmed down a little.\u0026nbsp; I didn't know why I had been on the edge so much lately.\u0026nbsp; I hoped Jaimie didn't notice.\u0026nbsp; I just needed to relax a bit.\u0026nbsp; All of my time recently had been spent either working or trying to find out anything about my past.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, you're right.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We finished breakfast and I said goodbye to Jaimie as she left for work.\u0026nbsp; I was off today and decided to take her advice and go see Dr. Hall.\u0026nbsp; I called and made an appointment before making my way to the bus stop.\u0026nbsp; Jaimie's condo was in Fairchild but Raven Fire, where the hospital was, was only a twenty minute trip away.\u0026nbsp; I waived my tail lazily as I waited.\u0026nbsp; Thank god I hadn't lost control of it along with my legs.\u0026nbsp; The embarrassment would be unbearable.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; As the bus pulled up I looked into the front window to see that Reynolds was the driver today.\u0026nbsp; He was an older terrier with a funny accent who I knew rather well now.\u0026nbsp; He pulled the bus close to the curb and opened the side door for me.\u0026nbsp; I rolled onto the lift, bumping as I crossed the small gap between curb and bus, and grabbed the hand rail to stabilize myself as I was slowly raised onto the passenger deck.\u0026nbsp; Once I was secure the doors shut and the buss rumbled onto the main street.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The hospital was one of the stops on this rout and I exited in a similar fashion when we arrived.\u0026nbsp; Soon I was inside the building I knew so well.\u0026nbsp; I should after living here for three weeks.\u0026nbsp; Nothing had changed; I signed in and sat in the waiting room reading three month old magazines.\u0026nbsp; There was a fascinating article in one about some general who had gotten out of a trial on a technicality.\u0026nbsp; Some suspected money had changed hands to work it out.\u0026nbsp; I was only mildly interested though as I waited for thirty minutes after my appointment had been scheduled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A large, tabby, nurse clad in pale pink scrubs, which clashed horribly with her fur, walked through a set of double doors holding a clipboard.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Xavier Snou?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; How the hell do you mispronounce Snow when you live in a ski town?\u0026nbsp; I ignored this though and wheeled my way over to her, maneuvering through people in casts and screaming children.\u0026nbsp; I followed her to an examination room off the main hall where I was told to 'please wait'.\u0026nbsp; What had I been doing?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I passed the time by playing a game on my smart phone.\u0026nbsp; Finally the door opened.\u0026nbsp; I looked up eagerly but was disappointed to see another nurse.\u0026nbsp; This one was a male mouse who wore blue scrubs.\u0026nbsp; He sat down at the computer, completely ignoring me and typed for half a minute before turning in my direction.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Alright, what are you here for today?\" he asked cheerily.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"To se Dr. Hall,\" I said, exasperated.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, but what for?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I glared for a few seconds before answering, \"Because she asked me to come in and see her.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; This was technically true.\u0026nbsp; She had asked me to see her if anything came up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, well I'll go get her then.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You do that.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I waited another five minutes before Dr. Hall stepped in.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Sorry about that Xavier.\u0026nbsp; The system works great for the usual patients and checkups but...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her voice trailed off and she pulled out the data pad I had always seen with her.\u0026nbsp; I was about to speak when she cut me off.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm glad you came in today.\u0026nbsp; I was going to call you until I saw your name on the appointment list.\u0026nbsp; This is much better.\u0026nbsp; You're not going to believe this but, I think I found a way to fix your legs.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Fallout","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/185720-fallout-prologue.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/200883-fallout-life-and-limb-s.json"}}