Please, Don't Be The End

R E M I But the drug Isla had given him was still blissfully swimming through his veins. Beneath the blanket at a rate far slower than either Isla or Sam would have experienced, Remi's body worked slowly to try and heal itself now that Isla had mostly set everything back to where it was meant to be. Even as their whispered voices reached his ears, his mind heard them as if in a dream, and so in the dream they stayed. Lashes fluttering with visions they couldn't see, Remi drifted through a strange landscape while on the body his battered and exhausted body worked to mend itself.