"If you insist," Isla murmurs with a grin, having moved to a drawer to get a pair of scissors and a scalpel blade that she might give his curls the proper attention ready for surgery. (The blade is for shaving, not cutting, to be clear). "I don't much like the gowns either. And I suppose you're right - since you're here now, you're the only emergency I will have time for in the foreseeable future." Isla the flesh is weak |
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