Isla
"Hello?" Longnight is not as horrific as any of them might have thought it would be, and for that Isla is grateful. They don't technically need the light, but she is making sure there's plenty available anyway (even if she does check periodically, like a madwoman, to make sure no fires have started). She's just completing one of these checks in the Infirmary when Azrael calls out to her, in fact, the medic peeping around one of the doors and widening her eyes at the sight of them.
"Oh, gods - your arm," she blurts without meaning to, but let's face it - they both know it's bad. "Come in, Azrael. Let's get you sitting down. How are you feeling? Can you tell me what happened?" Already she is ushering them towards a spare room that they might sit on the bed and talk with her.
"Oh, gods - your arm," she blurts without meaning to, but let's face it - they both know it's bad. "Come in, Azrael. Let's get you sitting down. How are you feeling? Can you tell me what happened?" Already she is ushering them towards a spare room that they might sit on the bed and talk with her.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
