a little place called trust

Wouldn't you know it - Isla's evening is clear. And whether or not that bodes well for Nate is still a great unknown, but regardless the medic's footsteps can be heard echoing out from the ward shortly after hearing her name. In her labcoat and with her golden hair drawn up into a messy bun, she offers her fellow doctor a very happy smile indeed, raising her eyebrows at the bouquet he brings. "You are adorable," she informs him, though her tone never moves beyond the practical as she draws up to hug Nate hello. "I'm all yours this evening - lucky you. Let's prep your recovery room and you can put those flowers in a vase. Then we'll get you prepped and ready for surgery." Already she's leading him through and into the ward, heading for the private treatment room closest to the operating theatre, not wanting to have to move Nate too much afterwards. Isla the flesh is weak