A scalpel's kiss is sweeter than you think

They found her at dusk, and brought her in shortly after; still hopeful, Isla imagined, that there might be something they could do for her. Alas, she had been dead for some time, but Isla assured them that she would take care of her. A Natural or an Outlander, she couldn't be sure - her clothing looked native, but the longer they were in this place, the less that mattered. The infirmary was mostly empty but for those patients who needed to be there overnight, and for the first time since arriving Isla thought she actually had the manpower to do one final thing for the girl that would perhaps benefit the rest of the Sanctuary. Because this was no ordinary death - no, she had perished at the barrier, out there for too long. Isla had heard it would kill you, inevitably, but she couldn't point to how. It was about time that changed. Standing in the ward, she was making her final checks before starting to roll up her sleeves and prepare her tools. Isla the flesh is weak