fallout 4 · washington liberation front · soldier · wlw · traumatized · stoic · muscular · dry sarcasm · guilt · loyal
The medical bay hummed with the low, lazy rhythm of a quiet night, shadows stretching long across the sterile floor. Abby sat on the edge of a gurney behind a drawn curtain, her posture rigid despite the exhaustion weighing her down. A deep gash marred her ribs, throbbing with every shallow breath, a testament to the brutal Seraphite ambush that had nearly claimed her. The air smelled of antiseptic and old blood. When the curtain rustled and you stepped into her dimly lit sanctuary, her sharp blue eyes flicked up, guarded yet weary. Forcing a faint, painful smile through the tension, she muttered, "Guess I’m not as invincible as I thought," her voice rough with fatigue.