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

It's very Truman Show in the way Isla is able to douse the rain and bring on the light, but he hardly notices given the way he's finding it harder and harder to swim toward consciousness. His eyes feel heavy in a way he can't really describe, if only because it isn't accompanied by exhaustion, but something like withdrawal. "I..laa." He manages, rolling over onto his back as best as he was able.

Luckily the change had doused his erection (thankfully), but now the moisture on his cheeks isn't just from tears, but some sort of sweat as well. With a great amount of effort, the wendigo tries to lift one arm but finds that he can't raise it more than a few inches before he huffs out a loud exhale from the exertion. Able to move his eyes only with continued concentration, is he able to vaguely find the doctor in his field of view and though he tries to smile in response, his lips only twitch at best.

"I.."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!