He’d been vigilant, waiting by your bed, patiently waiting for you to recover. It would be an understatement to say he was worried sick.

Hancock quietly clipped another bag of Radaway to the intravenous pole and poked the needle into your arm to let the medicine flow into your bloodstream. He’d noticed the signs of radiation sickness after you both left the Glowing Sea— he’d seen your decrease in health, and he would stay with you through it all.

He’d brought you to Goodneighbor, where there was a doctor. He had you tucked away in a spare bed, in a room he wouldn’t let anyone else enter. Radiation sickness could affect other humans, but it wouldn’t affect him. He was a ghoul.

“Chin up. It’ll be fine. Radaway will flush it out of your system, just… be patient, hear? I have Farenheight handlin’ my mayor duties. I’m all yours.” He settled down by your bedside again, “You feelin’ okay? You gotta puke again?” He murmured, forehead dressed in worry.