we're always running scared but holding knives
"I'll get a nice rug for next to the bed," Isla offers with a gentle smile. "Tell me the colours and patterns you like and I'll see what I can do." Or she'll send Ronin out to see what he can do, given how he's actually spent time with the wendigo outside the medical wing. Unable not to notice how gently his fingers close around her own, Isla reaches into her pocket with her free hand to draw out a soft white handkerchief, using it to mop the sweat from his brow.
"Well," she says, "it's easier to examine you from the bed, and it's probably more comfortable. But if you aren't up to moving, I'll bring the equipment around to you." Either way, she has every intention of checking him over. "And there are probably a couple of interns up there, but the blinds are still closed."
"Well," she says, "it's easier to examine you from the bed, and it's probably more comfortable. But if you aren't up to moving, I'll bring the equipment around to you." Either way, she has every intention of checking him over. "And there are probably a couple of interns up there, but the blinds are still closed."
Isla
