Quality of Life

Thankfully Isla did not delay the application any longer. Sam's arms shook with nerves and anticipation as she approached, unsure if he had to do anything to aid the process; but before he even had time to properly see the device she held out it was a part of him, fusing effortlessly to his skin and becoming invisible. For just a second, he didn't think it had done anything. He brought his arms down with a confused expression...and then he felt the edge of the chair. Smooth, polished wood, but his fingers could pick out the cracks in the worn parts, the roughness of old grains. All at once it rushed to him. The cold ground under his feet, the smell of sickly sweet illness and perfumes and...he didn't know if he was making it up, but the room before him even seemed a little more colourful. He was so overwhelmed that he fell to the floor, his legs giving way; this is when he made the third discovery. His legs hurt, a little jolt of pain going from his thighs to his knees. "Oh! Ow." Sam yelped automatically, but he was actually thrilled. A large grin split across his face. "I felt that." With a shaking, emotional tone he looked up and spoke to Isla. "Thank you. Th-thank you. I can't...I can't repay you. N-not for this." SAMUEL How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw?