we're always running scared but holding knives
"You're--" Isla doesn't have time to say much if anything before Remi is trying to make it across the room like a bucket of water that's just been spilled, the doctor quickly getting to her feet to grab the trash can (if she's in time - and if not, there's going to be a clean up on aisle Remi, so be it). "Your body is trying to adjust," she says softly as she kneels down beside him, knowing he probably knows but feeling like having it reinforced might help.
"I've got some water if you think you can stomach it. Don't do anything too quickly, though, okay? Just sit and breathe with it." And throw up, obviously; it's not as though that's a choice he's making. But even with the shock to Remi's system, Isla can't help but feel optimistic that, for all intents and purposes, it's worked.
"I've got some water if you think you can stomach it. Don't do anything too quickly, though, okay? Just sit and breathe with it." And throw up, obviously; it's not as though that's a choice he's making. But even with the shock to Remi's system, Isla can't help but feel optimistic that, for all intents and purposes, it's worked.
Isla
