Help around the Prison Medically

Madeline decided she would go see Hannigan, the informal doctor (certainly informal with Madeline's expertise around).

"Need any help with folks?" Madeline asked the mid 30s black man in prison guard attire, now the uniform of the Powder Gangers.

"You know I do." Hannigan laughed.

"Can't handle all this carnage yourself?" Madeline teased.

"Shit I was just a medic with the NCR no fancy doctor like yourself." Hannigan said in good humor.

"Hey, you still know what you are doing pretty well. You'd make a great doctor with some training." Madeline said truthfully. Battlefield medicine was extremely useful even in general doctoring.

"Yeah yeah yeah." he said with a sigh as he motioned for her to help him with a groaning man in a bloodied Powder Ganger uniform.