“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A pathetic NCR degenerate slowly wasting away.” He spat, looking down at you with a disgusting smirk.

You barely heard him, too focused on curbing the blood loss of the bullet wound in your side. It continued to gush blood as you sat on the ground, wincing in pain.

“You know, I could simply put you out of your misery and perhaps I would, if you weren’t a part of the filth that is the NCR. I would very much rather stand here and watch you suffer.”