Oh great, she also seemed to be suffering from some sort of psychosis. Fantastic. He got to meet so many interesting people in his line of work.<br/><br/>He walked up to her, gingerly sliding the needle into her arm and injecting the anesthetic into her.<br/><br/>"Of course. I'm a professional. I'll ... also have some FixIt for you when you wake up."<br/><br/>It took no time at all for Jynx to feel her eyelids droop and for her to be knocked out. It was a haphazard concoction Simon made on his own with the spare supplies he could find in New Vegas. Money or no there just weren't some things out here than there were in mainland NCR ... she did have a Virtibird though, maybe he should ask her for more supplies.<br/><br/>"Alright, I want one of you two to mix some fucking saline together, and the other to make sure she doesn't have a heart attack while I'm doing this! I don't want this to be a repeat of Jim and his misadventure with the golf club."<br/><br/>Simon went to work, and was quietly horrified at the amount of damage the woman had suffered. His initial assessment was way off the mark, and she was closer to dying than he would have liked. Rib placement there, almost fractured rib bound here, lost blood replaced everywhere. The operation took longer than he would have liked, and it would take a whole hour before he would leave the room, but she was definitely going to pull through.<br/><br/>Just to run into a shower of bullets or something. Fuck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>