Isla
Time doesn't mean much to Isla. The Ascended don't need to sleep, and with the infirmary always so busy, she often finds herself working late into the night. This is one of those nights, and the medic is making her rounds, checking on her patients and making sure there are no emergencies. All is quiet, as she expects it to be, and so she moves into the reception to check for any new patients.
It is quiet out there, too, and although Isla is relieved by it, things can change very, very quickly. For the time being, she sits down at the reception to do some paperwork, writing patient notes and sorting them into files. She doesn't need any light to see by, but there is a small lantern nearby anyway, just in case non-Ascended need it.
It is quiet out there, too, and although Isla is relieved by it, things can change very, very quickly. For the time being, she sits down at the reception to do some paperwork, writing patient notes and sorting them into files. She doesn't need any light to see by, but there is a small lantern nearby anyway, just in case non-Ascended need it.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
