Isla
"Yes, I did," Isla remarks softly, and her pebble blues lift enough to his face so she can smile gently to him. "And then some. It was more than I could have ever imagined it would be, to be honest." And that's in good ways and bad ways, but the former outweighs the latter so far. "Obviously, we all get melancholy every now and then. But put it this way - I've never been able to have such a nice conversation with a patient while I operate."
Turning back to his arm, she's surprised to hear humour as dark as her own, grinning as she moves to collect up her tools so she can actually saw through the bone and remove it. "I used to be a field surgeon during a war," she explains. "Yours is the first time I've ever amputated an Ascended, though. All a learning curve I suppose." She sits a little straighter now. "Alright, I'm going to need you to keep as still as possible for me now. if you want to brace against the table or grab my shoulder, that's fine."
Turning back to his arm, she's surprised to hear humour as dark as her own, grinning as she moves to collect up her tools so she can actually saw through the bone and remove it. "I used to be a field surgeon during a war," she explains. "Yours is the first time I've ever amputated an Ascended, though. All a learning curve I suppose." She sits a little straighter now. "Alright, I'm going to need you to keep as still as possible for me now. if you want to brace against the table or grab my shoulder, that's fine."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
