Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
It isn't the first time Isla has had to open the clinic after hours, and it certainly won't be the last.
Granted, she isn't usually called from her apartment under threat of setting everything on fire, and whilst she's never met the Maverick in person, she recognises him well enough. She also recognises the unconscious figure with him. And so the clinic opens.
The healing water Astaroth had been able to consume is a large part of why he isn't in worse shape, she thinks, but the wounds on his collarbone and arm aren't healed entirely, and need stitching. Having used some more of the healing water topically, she's been able to close the lacerations so they aren't quite so striking or deep, and is more than happy to be left to work when Danta announces that he's going a bar to drink away the evening.
And it is evening by the time the Remedy is finished, stars beginning to twinkle overhead outside, Isla washing her hands and starting to put away her tools. They'd moved Asta to the bed in the consultation room out back, and while he hadn't awoken in all the time she's been working, she's already preparing a concoction of very strong pain medication, knowing better than to expect anything calm or measured when he does come to.
Granted, she isn't usually called from her apartment under threat of setting everything on fire, and whilst she's never met the Maverick in person, she recognises him well enough. She also recognises the unconscious figure with him. And so the clinic opens.
The healing water Astaroth had been able to consume is a large part of why he isn't in worse shape, she thinks, but the wounds on his collarbone and arm aren't healed entirely, and need stitching. Having used some more of the healing water topically, she's been able to close the lacerations so they aren't quite so striking or deep, and is more than happy to be left to work when Danta announces that he's going a bar to drink away the evening.
And it is evening by the time the Remedy is finished, stars beginning to twinkle overhead outside, Isla washing her hands and starting to put away her tools. They'd moved Asta to the bed in the consultation room out back, and while he hadn't awoken in all the time she's been working, she's already preparing a concoction of very strong pain medication, knowing better than to expect anything calm or measured when he does come to.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
