(SE) an open book with a torn out page

"Yes, well, your washboard abs might bring up morale, but they still aren't workplace friendly," Isla informs him with a grin, stepping into the infirmary as well and taking a moment to tug off her sweater, replacing it with her usual white doctor's coat. Sunjata might be helping out (and she has no doubt that he will be good help) but he's also a patient, whether he realises it or not. Isla is just prescribing him with distractions. "Alright, first you can help me strip the sheets from the beds for the three patients that have been discharged. Then we can sanitise the operating theatre, and then we can run a list of stock to make sure we aren't running low on anything." No rest for the wicked, and Isla can certainly be considered wicked. As if to demonstrate that they have no time to lose, she whips off the nearest bedsheets and thrusts them at Sunjata. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die