Boone groaned as he sat down in the withered armchair in the room his companion and him were squatting in.

The two had raided the Legion base Nelson. Boone was able to make it out with barely a scratch, but the Courier was worse for wear.

They were bloody, with bullet wounds littering their legs. If it weren’t for their armor, Boone reckoned they would be dead. 

“This is the last stimpack we’ve got.” Boone muttered, pulling the syringe from his pack. He stood up, holding it out for them.