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Dr. McCoy checked her in yesterday, so Ellen's in one of the beds towards the back, Dogmeat curled up at her feet. At least somebody in this scenario currently has hair.

The personal dosimeter she's wearing would appear to indicate that it's safe to approach.

[OOC: visiting post. Have at!]

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..It wasn't at home, didn't involve supervillians or jetpacks or flying therefore it won by default.

"Totally, I got a new bed, with some neat sheets and pillows and quilt, so whenever I visit I have my own bed instead of a little cot to sleep on."

Ellen is probably the only person he can have this conversation with and it wouldn't be the least bit odd.

"Oh, wow," says Ellen. "That's impressive."

Seriously, it is. Your own bed that you don't have to share or swap shifts with anyone to use? And a new one, at that? That's kind of incredible.

"Janine got me a book of some really nice comics, so if you want something to read while you're healing up, I could lend it to you."

He's just going to leave out the part where this bed magically appeared right underneath him Christmas Eve.

"And I got a book of jokes from Peter, too."

"Sure," says Ellen. "That would be great. I have a Grognak here, but that's it. Thank you, Tyler."

Dogmeat bumps his nose against her leg.

"Um. If you get the chance, could you maybe bring something for him to eat? Dr. McCoy says I'm not supposed to get up, and-" She turns a little red. "I don't have any caps on me."

"Sure thing, you want anything to eat?"

Ellen winces. "Already had my feeding," she says. "Stuff doesn't want to stay down. I'll wait until tomorrow to try again."

"Alright, I'll be right back okay?" He nods, figuring that much radiation and medication probably made her appetite run away screaming. Tyler's chair gets pushed back as he trots out of the infirmary...

And comes back with a squishy red bowl of some strong-smelling meat, setting it at the foot of the bed.

"Here you go, Dogmeat, venison!"

"Fooooooood," the Heeler answers, and leaps to his feet so as to gobble the bowl's contents.

"I don't know wh was taking care of him. I just know I woke up in an infirmary with an autodoc and he was there."

"..I could ask him."

"Sure," says Ellen after some blinking. "Okay. Go ahead and do that."

With that Tyler gets down onto all fours to make some quiet noises and motions at the dog after he's done with the meat.

"Hey, Dogmeat, who was taking care of you while Ellen was sick?"

"The big one, with the big fingers," says Dogmeat. "That one and the dark woman came to get me. The big one almost got shot, but the dark woman made the shooting stop, and they took me back to Ellen."

"How long has Ellen been sick?"

Dogmeat whimpers, putting his head on his paws. "Since they brought me to her," he answers. "More sleeps than I have paws."

He's not good at counting. Or multiplication. But he knows that much.

"...he said Fawkes and Cross came to get him from Lamplight, and that it's been Fawkes who has been feeding and taking care of him....and that when they came to get him that was at least four days ago...but I think that it was at least a week."

Ellen winces, but nods. "That'd explain why walking felt so weird," she says. "All right. That helps. I'm... they got him from Lamplight? It's still there?"

"Yeh, cause he says they shot the heck out of Fawkes. So... wait."

"The big one shouted a lot," Dogmeat adds helpfully.

"Yeh you understand human just fine." Tyler murmurs, rubbing Dogmeat's ears.

"...Little Lamplight probably had all their scouts hiding in anyways."

And eating the best meal in years. Moon Shadow brought an early Christmas gift of mealbars to bribe his way into setting up the radio.

Well, some human. Dogmeat can understand "Get ammo, boy!" much better than "how many days, boy?"; his previous owner had some weird training ideas.

"Good. I just... good," says Ellen. "The Enclave did enough damage. I was worried."

"..is the Enclave gone now?"

"I don't know," Ellen admits. "Colonel Autumn is dead. The Pride killed him. And we took the purifier back. But I blacked out after that, and I only just woke up before I came here."

"..."

So no idea either way..and..

"Is there anything I can do to help you at all?"

He has to ask. Really.

"Someone's going to have to walk Dogmeat for a while," Ellen says. "Until Dr. McCoy says I can get up. Not everybody gets super powers from radiation."

"Thank Belar for that much little comfort."

...He means it, really.

"I'll take him for walks every day I'm in here..til Dr. McCoy says you're good enough for walking again."

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