Diamond City Radio plays vociferously through the old-fashioned antique radio present on the creaking, wooden table that you’ve placed in the corner of the small building you managed to transform into a home for you and your wife.

Of course, conditions in the Commonwealth are harsh, and quite frankly, barbaric, so the safety of Diamond City’s walls shield all of its citizens from any harm that may be inflicted. Deathclaws, mirelurks, ghouls; they’re all blocked by the barrier that it provides.

Yet, every day, your wife leaves the safety of the city. She claims it’s because she’s affiliated with the group of the Minutemen, who frequently request her help with things because of her ability to kill others.

Perhaps it’s easier to get raiders out of the picture with her on the Minutemen’s side. You’re really not sure as to what it is that makes them want her help so much.

But you still trust her, and that’s all that matters when it comes to your relationship with Love.

You treat her for any radiation that’s penetrated her skin, and you’re able to fix any crippled limbs with the amount of stimpaks you have, which practically crowd your bottom drawer in your house.

You’re used to it by now.

Yet the door swings open, and you’re never used to your wife in pain and bloody.

With the quick movement of you walking over to her, you’re soon pulling her down onto the couch and scrambling to find those things that she desperately needs to survive.

“At least I’m not irradiated.” Love makes a quick attempt at a joke, but it comes out weak and unfortunately she still sounds like she’s in pain.