Isla
"Do you think so? That... certainly would make a lot of sense to me," Isla agrees, never having really thought about it that way before. It would explain her reactions at times (sorry again about the "date", Remi) and it's definitely a thread worth pulling at when she's not about to forcibly remove a stranger's arm. Letting out a laugh that can't help but be lighthearted, she raises her eyebrows at him and shrugs a shoulder. "You go right ahead, but give me a couple seconds' warning, okay?"
She wants to say and hopefully the last at his next quip, but it's honestly a lie, and so instead she merely nods back at him and makes a few final checks before she's starting the process. Isla moves quickly and calmly - even if he can't feel pain, she works as if he can, more than used to performing such a procedure on soldiers without anaesthetic. The sound of the bonesaw is strangely metallic at first, before it gets to the material beneath, and in smooth, careful strokes, she completely saws through his damaged arm.
Once the bone is detached, she's careful about the rest - something she wasn't able to be with more organic patients. Fluid lines are clipped and sealed, the flesh is cut just so that she might suture it up, and Cal finds himself very much apart from his mangled arm at last. "How is that so far?"
She wants to say and hopefully the last at his next quip, but it's honestly a lie, and so instead she merely nods back at him and makes a few final checks before she's starting the process. Isla moves quickly and calmly - even if he can't feel pain, she works as if he can, more than used to performing such a procedure on soldiers without anaesthetic. The sound of the bonesaw is strangely metallic at first, before it gets to the material beneath, and in smooth, careful strokes, she completely saws through his damaged arm.
Once the bone is detached, she's careful about the rest - something she wasn't able to be with more organic patients. Fluid lines are clipped and sealed, the flesh is cut just so that she might suture it up, and Cal finds himself very much apart from his mangled arm at last. "How is that so far?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
