Madeline Whores herself out to the Patients.

Madeline decided she would help the patients--but also service them in other ways.

"I'll help with their medical needs," Madeline thought to herself as he contemplated her coming actions "It's not like I am stealing from them if I work out a good deal for myself."

She knew she had to save her Vault. She would do whatever--or whoever--she had to.

"I'll stay and help." Madeline nodded with a fake smile.

"Excellent!" Arcade said, "We can't pay much I am afraid, but we will give you room and board--but we appreciate any medical help we can get."

And so Madeline spent her days washing out cuts, placing new bandages, sewing up wounds and taking care of all kinds of ailments.

After Madeline was finished with her duties, she would find the patients who had come to the Old Morman Fort which seemed to have some wealth.

This was more difficult than she would have imagined. Most people were poor and destitute--but some had caps or gear and came to the Old Mormon fort

for the services it offered, without having to go all the way to the Strip.

Madeline had to be careful not to alienate the Followers with her questionable side job. And yet, she wanted to make caps.