I don't want to waste any of your people's time so straight to the story.

Y/n: * groan* what the hell happened *trys getting up but feels pain* MOTHER FUCKER!!!

He looked down and sees he is cover in a piece of cloth on a old mattress. He raises it and sees his torso and legs are bandaged up.

Y/n:what the?

Y/n: who?.....what?...... WHERE?!?! The fuck am I?

He gets up trying to ignore the pain and notices his clothes right beside him. He gets up changes and starts walking but is leanings against the wall. He kept walking until he reached a living room like area. It had everything a broken couch, a small fire, and a small radio. He looked around still leaning on the wall. He then spotted his thing but noticed one thing was missing.

Y/n: where's my mask?

Y/n: AHH FUCK!

Y/ n crawls backward until he hits the wall causing another jolt of pain to go through him.

Y/n:FUCK!

He grabbed his shoulder in pain. Shorty after the death claw picked him up bridal style.

Y/n: H-Hey Bájame!

Y/n: ummmmm..... I..... I don't know how to feel about this.

He looked up and saw the deathclaw staring at him. She noticed him and smiled.

Y/n: listen *sits up and gets off the couch* I don't know you but......Um....... how do I say this......what's this all about?

Y/n: hm? What's this?

He grabbed the box and sat back down on the couch she also followed his actions. He open the box slowly and sees a bunch of burnt up pictures. He kept looking through the picture and saw four figures he really couldn't make out three of them but he could only make out one figure.

Y/n:*shocked* N-no... way...

Flashback:

???: *muffled* come on Y/n let's play.

Y/n: *groan* alright alright. I'm up.

Just as you open the door they both look down and end up blushing.

Veronica: *muffled* aww the shows over.

Beatrice: your mom let us in.

He held the burnt picture and put it down back in the box. He then turned his head to his right to look at the deathclaw. He looked at her in the eyes and saw they were the same grey color.

Y/n: Dios mío...Beatrice?

Beatrice: * happy growl*

She hugs him but gently as to not crush you bones. He hugs back but his arms barely reach around her neck. She let's go and he does too, he step back to look at her.

Y/n: h-how did..... wha........what happened?

She tried to respond but it just came out as growls and small roars.

Y/n: um.... I understood none of that. Hm this must have been for the years..... wait for how long have you been like this.

She held up 2 claws on one hand and 5 on the other hand.

Y/n: two year annnd.... five months?

Y/n: ok si you been like this for two years and five months so That means you didn't....... have..... to......speak.

He suddenly thought about something.

Y/n: Wait...if your like this then..... oh...no.

Beatrice: *roar?*

You came back quickly.

Y/n: listen try to find me at the same spot we met ok.

Y/n: wait.... where am I?

2 hour time skip.

Y/n: fucken' finally.

Y/n: colonel I require assistance!

The floor pushed up and sarge comes out.

Colonel: welcome back sargent!

Y/n: good to be back colonel. Mind assisting me?

Colonel: sir yes sir!

He grabs one side of the barrel and Y/n grab the other side. then they both gently bring the barrel down the stairs.

Y/n: ok ok just be careful....

Colonel: yes I know sir!

Y/n: careful.... and drop it gently.

Y/n: I'm back..... and severely injured

Alfred: would you like me to initiate a scan sir.

Y/n: whatever you think is best Alfred.

Alfred: initiating scan.

Alfred scanned him head to toe.

*ding*

Alfred: scan complete, scan indicates; three broken ribs, a cracked femur, broken arm, and multiple fractured fingers.

Y/n: huh no wonder my fingers hurt.

Alfred: I recommend a stem pack and rest

Y/n: alrighty I'll be back.

He walks back to his room and pulls out a stem pack.

Y/n: alright breath in *breathes in* breath out *breathes out* breath in *breathes in and aims stimpack above chest* brea-

Gaige: *burst Through the door*

Y/n: AAAHHH-

He stabbed him self in the chest by accident.

Y/n: *out of breath* god dammit.....Gaige.* pulls out stimpack and gets a deep breath* what?

Gaige:

You hug her.

Y/n: hey hey hey stop don't cry you can't even.....cry?

You start feeling moist spots on you shirt and gently push her back to see her opticals filled with oily tears.

Y/n: hey hey * pulls her back in* it's okay. I'm okay everything's okay. None of this is your fault.

Gaige:

I learned this the hard way.