Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Any time." Sitting back and smoothing her hands restlessly across the fabric of her sundress, Isla has never felt this sort of silence stretch between them before, not even before Ever had become infected. At his needing a further few minutes, she nods and slowly rises to her feet. "I'll just be in the other room, then. Take as long as you need and come out whenever you're ready, okay?"
Carefully collecting up the rest of the medicines she's brought to take them with her, Isla glances fleetingly over her shoulder towards Ever before she leaves, then slips out of the bedroom and back down the hall. If and when he eventually does emerge, it will be to her meticulously arranging small doses of the sedative and packing them into a small paper envelope, easy to slip into a travel bag but difficult to leave behind.
Carefully collecting up the rest of the medicines she's brought to take them with her, Isla glances fleetingly over her shoulder towards Ever before she leaves, then slips out of the bedroom and back down the hall. If and when he eventually does emerge, it will be to her meticulously arranging small doses of the sedative and packing them into a small paper envelope, easy to slip into a travel bag but difficult to leave behind.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
