Please, Don't Be The End

"Thank me when you're walking out of here," Isla murmured to Remi with a kind smile, not able to let herself see him too much as her friend, lest it make her hand unsteady (or worse, risk panicking her mind). "Try not to talk too much, alright? I need you to keep as still as you can for me." As she spoke she was already cleaning out the lacerations with an antiseptic that - thank goodness - Remi would barely feel as a sting, packing them with gauze before swiftly moving on. In truth he needed a real magical healer to reverse the extent of the damage he had suffered, but Isla was it right now. What she was about to do wouldn't be pretty, and it would leave Remi a mess of scar tissue and stitches. But he'd be alive. "Okay. Some of these are surface level and I'll be able to suture them without need of anything else. But others..." Isla sighed, having known this was coming from the mere sight of him in Sam's arm. "You're going to have to take a nap for a little bit, Remi. But you'll feel better when you wake up. Do you trust me?" ISLA Hush now, I'm here