I have to say, waking up the next morning to find a mare under your hooves is both quite strange but peaceful. It was broken, however, when I looked across the crater to see Sunny all smug and happy. It was rather annoying.
Nightlight was still sound asleep when Sunny moved to exit the crater.
"The rest of the Rangers already headed back to the city. I wanted to make sure you two would be awake to know we can go back together later."
She walked out and left me with the challenge of how to wake up Nightlight. It felt wrong to me to just wake somepony, so I just laid there. Luckily, it didn't take long for her to yawn herself awake. She looked quite happy to see me first thing. We got up and packed away the blanket. We trotted out of the tent and saw Sunny wave us over to a campfire. It was time to have breakfast.
This was a great opportunity to try out my cooking book! I flipped though the pages until I found a recipe on how to prepare 'Wasteland stew'. Between Sunny and myself, we had almost all the ingredients. Nightlight, unfortunately, didn't have anything on her.
"All I'm missing is bloatspirit meat, what ever that is, and a pot."
We decided to split up to find the items. Sunny went to hunt bloatspirits while I checked inside the farm house for a pot. The inside of the farm house was well kept. Most of the broken tables and chairs had been piled to one side while bed mats lay on the other. The kitchen was by all means a mess but a pot was easy to find. I checked the refrigerator which gave me some maize, mantis legs, and a squirrel on a stick. I left the last one. Don't trust how when a mole can be pony size, a squirrel is still its normal size.
A few minutes later, I was adding bloatspirit meat to the pot and letting it simmer. I have to say, it smells bad and after dishing up, it tasted as bad. But the flavor of meat is a new one to me ,growing up on a diet of vegetables will do that, so I couldn't complain. After we were done, Sunny lead us back to Trottinghame.

"50 caps, 50 fucking caps! That doesn't even cover my ammo costs! The fucking bounty said 300 caps per team of two."
Sunny had been pacing back and forth for a good while now. It seemed the contractor was unhappy that all the raiders hadn't been at the plaza during the attack. So, he's refusing to pay in full till it's done. The end result was 100 caps per team and as a result, the Trottinghame Rangers aren't continuing the bounty unless we get paid more or get full payment for what we already did. Needless to say, all parties are not budging.
I decided to take this time to visit Stitch. He was at the main hospital helping out. It was the same one Boom had taken me to. As I walked past her, Nightlight was quick on my tail. I slowed down so she could catch up.

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The hospital itself was a strange building that was distorted by time and war. It looked like it was built from pre-war materials after the war but compared to the hotel or most of the shops, the walls had clean, fresh paint and the furnishings almost new (well new by wasteland standards).

Stitch was in full doctor mode. Out of all seven working doctors and surgeons back in Stable 54, Stitch was special. His talent was medicine as I was told by the Overmare. I could see why, looking though the window to the surgery he was working hard on. He slowly cut into the flesh, swabbing away the blood as he opens the chest, putting down the scalpel and taking up some kind of saw. He began cutting the ribcage free then floated it across to a tray. Focusing his magic in a machine, he levitated scissors and some pipes carefully. He cut the arteries connected to the heart then started attaching a pipe to each before removing the heart itself. Why did seeing it make me hungry? Placing it onto the table, a nurse brought in four hearts. Three were biological, one I think robotic (well it's metal).

Stitch examined each before reaching into his medical bag and removed a small device. Putting it onto the heart before giving a nod, he walked back over and fused the heart to each of the arteries. He check each one to insure the heart was beating correctly. Re-fusing the ribcage, he preceded to stitch up the chest then cast a healing spell over the pony. He walked back to the waiting area.

Nightlight was listening to the radio before the nurse, seeing me, quickly shut it off and popped it under her table. My reputation as a radio lover has spread. Nightlight looked over curiously.

"Are you the 'Thunder Bringer'?"

That was a strange question considering.

"Sorry I'm not. Ponies call me Stable."

She gave me a nod, "Oh yeah! That ranger said that and the radio says you're helping raiders by letting them live. Is that what I am now, just some raider?"

If I had learned anything, it was I hated the radio host a lot.

"Don't worry, that radio producer has a bad habit of reporting on things he doesn't have the full story on."

She gave me a reassuring smile and brushed past me.

"Thanks Stable."

Author's Note

well another chapter and another great job by my editor three rather longer chapters out of the way and now I want to know what you all are thinking please I need to get some feed back