Ahhh, stretchers. This was the life. Jynx sighed softly, her giggling finally having died down. She was still in pain... but that was irrelevant. She was going to receive...<br/><br/>...She was going to receive care.<br/><br/>It made no sense to her, why anyone gave a damn whether or not Jynx, of all people, got patched up. A murderer and a cannibal, and ex-chem addict and a suicidial maniac. When there were so many "decent" people destitute, with nothing, why was she getting taken care of?<br/><br/>Then again, until Jynx had come along, she had been in the same situation. Alone in the wastes, drugged and beaten by the Fiends. Jynx had made her strong, helped her to get along in the Mojave... but maybe she deserved help, now? Maybe her time had come, she had survived for long enough, that... that...<br/><br/>...She might not need Jynx anymore?<br/><br/>The voice in her head laughed and laughed and laughed as she was carted off to the emergency room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>