ISLA
It shouldn't be much of a surprise to Remi that Isla latches onto the chance to think practically and logically, the medic furrowing her brow as she smooths out the creases she's undoubtedly made in the back of his shirt. "You would be dead in two minutes," she murmurs. "You would lose consciousness before that, though. Dizziness and confusion would set in within thirty seconds or so. Long enough to call for help, perhaps, but not long enough to live." One artery would have been enough, in her medical opinion.
For some reason them is worse than just the possibility of one, and Isla winces, holding him a touch closer. "This sounds like a complication that you probably didn't need in your life right now. Or ever," she mumbles, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I'm so sorry that I was weird when you first got here," she tells him. And, belatedly, she realises she hasn't told him how she knows. "I went to visit Nate in Torchline, because his clinic caught fire too. He told me."
For some reason them is worse than just the possibility of one, and Isla winces, holding him a touch closer. "This sounds like a complication that you probably didn't need in your life right now. Or ever," she mumbles, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I'm so sorry that I was weird when you first got here," she tells him. And, belatedly, she realises she hasn't told him how she knows. "I went to visit Nate in Torchline, because his clinic caught fire too. He told me."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
