Quality of Life

ISLA physician, heal thyself He said he wasn't going to pass out and Isla believed him; he seemed to be enjoying the new sensations far too much to be anything other than awake and alert. She hid a laugh behind her hand as he sniffed the flowers, nodding to him. "Yes, but some of the residents prefer it to the smell of rubbing alcohol and medicinal herbs," she agreed. Hearing him out, the medic shook her head shoftly and offered him a kind smile as she lowered her hand once more. "You were sick," she said. "It might not have been a broken leg or a fever, but you were still hurting. Ironically the cure is that you really can feel pain again now." Still, his thanks were appreciated and she seemed glad to have improved things for him, even if only passively. "However, I should get back to some of those patients," she agreed. "You can stay in here as long as you like. Finish your tea and enjoy," she said. "And perhaps the next time we meet it will be to enjoy each other's company, instead of discussing medicine."