we're always running scared but holding knives
He knows exactly what, but Isla doesn't point that out. In fact, it's with a soft sigh that she brings in the IV stand and lets the door hiss shut behind her, setting her things down on the desk. If he'd said no that would have been the end of it, but the open ended question keeps the conversation rolling. "A few things," she murmurs as she steps over to hook the IV into his arm.
"The change from wendigo to human and back again, maybe. How you almost choked to death. Being able to eat and drink only to have your body reject it a few minutes later. Even your relationship with Ronin." Fifteen minutes of heaven it had not been, but no one can deny that it had been busy to say the least.
"The change from wendigo to human and back again, maybe. How you almost choked to death. Being able to eat and drink only to have your body reject it a few minutes later. Even your relationship with Ronin." Fifteen minutes of heaven it had not been, but no one can deny that it had been busy to say the least.
Isla
