Lars was not having a good day.  
It had started off with a spell of bad luck that nearly resulted in her head being taken off by a super mutant brute and her shoulder had taken a beating too. Still it was easier to mend a busted arm than a cracked skull.
 
Giving the muscles another tender push, she winced – no, she was not going to be using that arm for some time. That and the constant headache that had been growing after the encounter, coupled with the dizzy spells did not help her temper any.
 
The stimpack she had injected was helping heal the wound, but it would take several days at least before she could even try to do any heavy lifting.
 
Just another fun day in the wasteland.
 
Determined to make the best of the situation and needing to kill about a week’s worth of time, she had sent out on what should have been a simple journey. Twenty miles or so, that was it, just another walk in the park.
 
A park that was overrun with rad scorpions and cazadors, the former she could deal with, the latter, were nightmares with wings. Three bottles of antivenom, and some serious bandages to her midsection Lars had staggered into the Followers of the Apocalypse camp and promptly fainted.
 
Waking had proved the day was not going to get any better.
 
‘Good to see your awake.’
 
Lars, still prone, forced her eyes to open as the hazy image of a doctor with a fallen angel hair cut looked down, a doctor with beautiful blue eyes.
 
‘You know you have the prettiest eyes for a nurse.’
 
‘And your delirious.’ The hazy figure shook her head. ‘With that cocktail of chemicals,you had floating around in your system it is a wonder you made it this far. What possessed you to shoot yourself up like that – And, no, never mind, I’m sure I don’t want to know. Just lay there and try not to move to much.’
 
‘Who am I to argue.’ Lars grumbled, closing her eyes. ‘Where are my clothes?’
 
…
 
Several days of bed rest later, Lars was once again up and moving about. And with that came the questions, basic examination and cognitive questions, the doctors had said, to make sure she was not ‘Nuttery than a big horn.’ But Lars suspected they had alternative motives. But, so long as they did not push to far, she was willing to let them gather their data. Always the data, and for the betterment of mankind, that was their favorite phrase.
 
‘And where do I fall in that regard?’ Lars asked every time they tried to sell her on that bit of propaganda.
 
It was no secret that none of the major factions had any love for her, the New California Republic had posted an open bounty on her head, and the Legion, well they just wanted her coat, that was enough for them. The Brotherhood of Steel, they were another matter, it all boiled down to who was in leading the chapter. The Followers of the Apocalypse remained one of the few stubborn few that Lars could openly work with, though she preferred not to whenever possible. Still there were some things that only a doctor, or someone with a heck of a lot more medical experience that she had could handle. Cracked or broken bones being one of them.
 
Even the prospect or hint of a fracture was enough to get examined. Or at lest the smart ones did, infection could kill just as easy as a bullet out here, and Lars had not made it this long by taking needless risks with her life.
 
‘Alright, that’s enough for today.’ The chief medical examiner gave her a halfhearted smile and closed up his bag. ‘You seem to be out of the bush, I don’t think there is much more we can do for you here.’
 
‘Right.’ Lars, grumbled. The unspoken request hanging in the air. ‘I am sure you already took the caps out of my bag?’
 
Rather than respond he merely smiled and walked out.
 
‘I’ll take that as a yes!’
 
Falling back onto the lumpy bed she ground her teeth. The bill for this one was not going to be cheap, it never was, the fact that the Followers were willing to treat her was in her regard a miracle. And as such, they could charge her whatever they wanted.
 
‘Excuse me.’
 
Lars’ gaze flicked to the tent flap, fallen angel had returned.
 
‘Sorry to intrude.’ She mused, blue eyes flashing to Lars, and then to the bundle in her arms. ‘I brought your clothes.’
 
Grunting, Lars threw of the thin blanket and pushed off the bed. That caused Angel hair to redden, averting her eyes in the process. Several awkward minutes later, Lars secured the last strap tying her bra string behind her back.
 
‘Your still here.’ Lars cocked an eyebrow. ‘And I’m guessing you didn’t stick around for the show.’
 
‘Oh, uh yes.’ Angel hair tugged at her coat. ‘I was, actually wondering if you have a moment, to, talk about an ongoing project.’
 
‘And what sort of project are we talking here?’ Lars, regarded the doctor before her. ‘Does it pay caps?’
 
‘Not so much.’
 
‘Right, moving on then.’ Making for the door, Lars drew up short as the women stepped to block her path. ‘You had better have a good reason for standing in my way.’
 
‘Look your – this, this is important and –‘
 
Then spit it out already.’ Lars growled, her temper rising. ‘I’ve got places to be and people to kill.’
 
That gave Angel hair pause, smiling Lars was about to push past her when the women again moved to stop her. Before Lars could object, she was rambling.
 
‘We have an implant – and I want to put it in you!’
 
‘That is the worst pickup line I have ever heard, and I have heard a lot of them.’ Lars laughed outright, between fits of mirth. ‘But I give you credit for trying. Really though, your way to fragile for me.’
 
Face burning, Angel hair remained rooted to the spot with grim resolution.
 
‘It’s not that kind of implant.’ She muttered folding her arms over her chest.
 
‘Oh?’ Lars quirked a smile, as she wiped the tears from her eyes as she composed herself. ‘Oh. No, not interested, their big enough already.’
 
‘What?’
 
‘You know how hard it is to run with these things?’ Lars grabbed the base of her breasts, heaving them upwards. ‘The last thing I need is for more weight to lug around.’
 
Sputtering incoherently, it took the doctor a several seconds to form understandable words.
 
Kind of cute how she flushes like that though, Lars mused, she was almost enjoying herself now.
 
‘No, no, no! It’s an implant that boosts your heath, regenerating the muscle tissue at an accelerated rate. It’s called the Monocyte Breeder.’
 
‘And where do you intend to stick it?’ Lars grinned folding her arms over her chest. ‘Seriously who names these things.’
 
Face reddening to the point Lars was sure she had caused the young woman to burst an artery Lars made patted her on the head in what she hoped was a pacifying gesture.
 
‘Tell you what, you can tell me all about your fancy implant thing over dinner. Gomorrah’s, five o’clock.’ Lars pushed past the shocked nurse. ‘Oh, and if you don’t show. I will take that personally.’
 
With that Lars vanished, maybe the day was turning around after all.
 
C.S. Notes:
 
This was brought about by two nagging thoughts that I have been meaning to address for the longest time. One, does Lars wear anything besides her black triangle bikini top? Yes, the reason she wears so little, two fold, the first being clothes are uncomfortable, and second she is huge, so nothing built for a human fits her.
 
And Two, I wanted to touch on why Lars does not look like a scar map, due to being shot, stabbed, burned, bitten, ext. The answer, she has a dermal implant that acts as a means to held regenerate damage. But for a few days those wounds do linger, made even more ghastly if damage is dealt a the hands of a laser/plasma weapons, or, what she really hates flamers.