we're always running scared but holding knives
Wincing to see the IVs and monitoring equipment once again become broken puppet strings yanked from bleeding flesh, Isla keeps a sharp eye on Remi even as she straightens everything out. By the time he seems to have settled on being a man rather than a wendigo, the medic's nightmares are pretty much sorted for the next few weeks, but it doesn't stop her from moving to Remi's side as she spots his hand sweeping around the tiled floor.
"What, it wasn't good for you?" she says with a weak, breathless laugh, kneeling beside him and letting her hand close around Remi's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Never again. I'm going to get the tapes that caught this and burn them, too," she adds in a near whisper, not wanting anyone to be able to ilicit a similar response from the wendigo in the future.
"Do you think you can get to bed, if I help you up?" she asks.
"What, it wasn't good for you?" she says with a weak, breathless laugh, kneeling beside him and letting her hand close around Remi's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Never again. I'm going to get the tapes that caught this and burn them, too," she adds in a near whisper, not wanting anyone to be able to ilicit a similar response from the wendigo in the future.
"Do you think you can get to bed, if I help you up?" she asks.
Isla
