Please, Don't Be The End

Isla's lips parted to tell Samuel it would probably be better if he wasn't here for what she might have to do, but at the same time she didn't have the seconds needed to argue with him. She nodded and moved as if to lead them through into the operating room she had set up, but when she turned the Ascended had sunk back against the chair. Nodding curtly to the nurses, she trusted them to patch him up as best they could while she dealt with the more urgent matter of... keeping Remi alive. She called out orders as she walked, for tools and medicines and anything she could think of without knowing the extent of his injuries. The furry body in her arms was small and fragile, and it looked even more so as she set Remi down on the operating table. "Okay," she said, nodding in thanks as the equipment she needed was brought in. "Remi, if you can hear me I need you to shift back. You're in a lot of trouble - I don't know how much, and I can't do anything to help you unless I know what I'm looking at." ISLA Hush now, I'm here