Please, Don't Be The End

Isla smiled down at the alchemist, nodding to him and glanced down at the mess of gauze that currently made up his abdomen. "Good," she said softly, starting to fill another syringe, though he wouldn't need very much to knock him out after the first dose of medicine. "Goodnight then, Remi. Sleep well." Slipping the needle into his veins without further preamble, Isla would prepare him for an operation complex and dangerous enough in Northaven, let alone a place like this. The medic worked tirelessly through the night. And tireless was intended in a literal sense - Isla didn't need to stop for food or rest or water, and she was as precise with her last stitch as she was with her first. Still, the work took hours, and when the other healers had come to check on her the first time she had asked that they make sure Samuel was taken care of and placed in one of the rooms. Not that she knew how injured he was, not with her priority under the knife at present. But finally it was over. And Remi was still breathing, somehow. She made sure he was settled on a bunk to sleep off the rest of the medicine, before stepping out to find Sam. It was easy enough to locate where he was staying, and Isla knocked gently before opening the door. "Is it alright if I come in?" The healer looked haggard, still smudged and marked with drying blood, her clothes wrinkled and her hands fidgeting. ISLA Hush now, I'm here