Isla
"I will put them proudly on display in the reception, so everyone who comes in will be able to see them. Thank you." This is said to Mateo, of course, Isla grinning and cooing to the boy, kissing his pudgy fingers before she ushers them further into the clinic. "Do you think so?" There's a shimmer of silver in her cheeks as she glances over her shoulder at Remi; clearly even after all this time, his approval is something she openly appreciates.
"I haven't yet been able to set up an operating room, or any other surgical examination areas." Morgue is a bit far, given how rare it was for Isla to do an autopsy. "But the front face of the clinic is good to go."
Drawing a clean curtain back, she motions for Remi to go ahead and take a seat with Mateo on one of the beds. "Shall I start with Mateo? How are you both doing today?" she asks, accepting the 'bouquet' from him so she might get it out of the way and begin her examination.
"I haven't yet been able to set up an operating room, or any other surgical examination areas." Morgue is a bit far, given how rare it was for Isla to do an autopsy. "But the front face of the clinic is good to go."
Drawing a clean curtain back, she motions for Remi to go ahead and take a seat with Mateo on one of the beds. "Shall I start with Mateo? How are you both doing today?" she asks, accepting the 'bouquet' from him so she might get it out of the way and begin her examination.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
