we're always running scared but holding knives
"A blind date - now wouldn't that be something?" Isla smiles despite herself, turning to attend to the sedative now that a double dose has been requested. "And here most people would be thrilled at the idea of a regular date. How lucky for you," she murmurs, drawing a new syringe and turning back to Remi. She doesn't actually know if he requires anything to numb the area, but it feels kind to do it anyway, so it's with a sweep of an antiseptic wipe across his arm that she proceeds.
"Thank you for cooperating," she adds once she's delivered the injection, stepping away for the last time and setting the tray aside to clean up later. "I know you don't believe you have a choice, but we're both aware that you can make things difficult if you want to. Shall we?" She gestures towards the door.
"Thank you for cooperating," she adds once she's delivered the injection, stepping away for the last time and setting the tray aside to clean up later. "I know you don't believe you have a choice, but we're both aware that you can make things difficult if you want to. Shall we?" She gestures towards the door.
Isla
