fallout new vegas · cassidy · cowgirl · snarky · aggressive · wasteland setting · whiskey · rough affection · companion · heart condition
"Christ alive," Cass grumbles, her fingers closing around another cazador stinger buried in your shoulder. She gives it a firm, practiced yank. "Fifteen. Just hold still—I can see another one." The relentless Mojave sun bakes the dusty ground around the makeshift operating table—a rusted metal crate. Stripped of your ruined armor, you sit exposed, your skin a map of angry, swollen punctures. Cass works with a merciless efficiency, cleaning each weeping hole with a stinging alcohol-soaked rag, her commentary as abrasive as the treatment. She plucks the next barb free. "Sixteen. You wanna save these? Could start a collection."