Make me understand

Isla didn't need to hear Remi introduce himself to know who it was, and the medic was already smiling and emerging from one of the treatment rooms to go and greet him. Only then he went and said he had tried to do surgery on himself and she picked up her pace considerably. "You what?" she asked, bemused by his tone and stepping into the waiting area only a short few moments later. The Ascended was dressed in her usual pale tunic and leggings, her fair hair swept up into a messy bun and her expression troubled. "You might have at least involved me. If anyone ought to be able to tell you how to properly perform surgery it would be a surgeon, Remi," she chastised, as if that was the problem and not the act itself. It had become apparent to Isla that she and Remi were alike in a lot of ways, one of which being that neither of them were at all okay. But that was fine, right? Right. ISLA Hush now, I'm here