Isla
Word does travel fast, but honestly, so much has happened that Isla isn't really sure what she's missed at this point. So when Wessex asks to meet she's absolutely ready for it, already having cleared as much of her schedule as she can given the nature of her job. "Hi," she greets as the Wraith enters the infirmary, the steadfast knocks having echoed through the ward like a deal knoll.
Setting down the patient files she'd been perusing, Isla gestures for the other woman to take a seat in the empty waiting area. There's no point going to her office - it won't make much of a difference where the bad news comes. "We certainly do," she agrees. "Do you have an itemised list? Or shall I make one?"
Setting down the patient files she'd been perusing, Isla gestures for the other woman to take a seat in the empty waiting area. There's no point going to her office - it won't make much of a difference where the bad news comes. "We certainly do," she agrees. "Do you have an itemised list? Or shall I make one?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
