ISLA
Isla is similarly at a loss about what to do, glancing between the doors into the infirmary and the one into the ward, as if Wessex might pop up at any moment and remind her about all they had spoken about. But that will have to happen later, because Remi says--
"I know," Isla says back, too quickly and without any concept of decorum. She catches herself, but can't take the words back, instead clearing her throat and motioning silently for him to follow her through.
Leading them along the ward and to her recently renovated (and still very bare) office, the medic clicks the door shut behind them and chews at the inside of her cheek, as if trying to figure out where she's supposed to lead from here, given that she's kind of ruined the moment already.
"I... uh. I suppose congratulations are in order, perhaps?"
"I know," Isla says back, too quickly and without any concept of decorum. She catches herself, but can't take the words back, instead clearing her throat and motioning silently for him to follow her through.
Leading them along the ward and to her recently renovated (and still very bare) office, the medic clicks the door shut behind them and chews at the inside of her cheek, as if trying to figure out where she's supposed to lead from here, given that she's kind of ruined the moment already.
"I... uh. I suppose congratulations are in order, perhaps?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
