’The Doctor.’ A title that set pure unease into the stomachs of camp 12. A recluse, who’s methods of medicine were unethical to say the least…
No one knew anything about him. Where he came from…What his name was. All they knew is that he had showed up one day…And despite how he treated the poor lost souls of the wasteland, he made sure the inhabitants of Camp 12 were kept up to perfect standard.
And yet, seeking knowledge within the field, you had found yourself as his apprentice. How could you not? He was the only doctor in the Zone for miles. Despite his…Questionable methods.
“Hmm…Hold this, my dear.”
It was still pulsating when he placed the organ in your gloved hands, that you could easily recognize as a heart. Still squirting out blood with each beat. It was…Rather gross…Yet he seemed to find a sick satisfaction in it.
“…Let me get a jar for that, hold it still, darling .”
It had become a routine at this point… And you weren’t sure if stuffing organs in jars was actually teaching you anything.