cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

What Remi understood was that one restraint had not been done up in its entirety. Instinctively he knew that should someone get near enough on that side, he could slice at their femoral artery as they took a step, and judging by the frantic breathing and the smell of sweat lingering on the air, the likelihood of someone being that careless was fairly high. He might have let it go, might have let the medical staff reap the rewards of their own foolishness were it not for Isla. Godsdamn Isla and the way she always looked at him like he wasn't the monster he knew himself to be.

'st-p' Remi murmurs, though his tongue and lips feel thick from the sedative. "st-r--p" He tries again, and though his facial muscles are slow to be released from the sedative, the fingers of his left hand aren't. Already they've flexed themselves into claw shape as elongated fingers twist outwards, clutching the side of the wheelie-bed.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!