we're always running scared but holding knives
He wasn't only kidding, and Isla knows enough of the man behind the cannibalistic monster suit to have picked up on that much. Already moving to the door with the gurney (there are guards outside, waiting, and yes of course they have guns and tasers as well), she shakes her head to him. "Then I will be back in twenty minutes - it will give me time to shower, and you can listen to the rain," she informs him.
And what will follow, undoubtedly, is an uncomfortable night for them both. There will be no sneaking into beds for warmth, no unexpected romp beneath the sheets, no soft embraces to ward off stirring nightmares. There's only the soft blue light from Isla's laptop, the sound of keys tapping mingling with the sound of falling rain. And if there are nightmares, there's a sedative, latex gloves, and the sharp kiss of a needle.
And what will follow, undoubtedly, is an uncomfortable night for them both. There will be no sneaking into beds for warmth, no unexpected romp beneath the sheets, no soft embraces to ward off stirring nightmares. There's only the soft blue light from Isla's laptop, the sound of keys tapping mingling with the sound of falling rain. And if there are nightmares, there's a sedative, latex gloves, and the sharp kiss of a needle.
Isla
