Isla
"Hey," Isla greets, managing a smile in return and tucking her hair back behind her ear. At least he had been able to recognise her - that's something, right? "I'm here because someone said someone here was in trouble. I'm starting to think that they might have meant you," she admits, looking over his injuries with a practiced eye. "Do you want to tell me what happened there?" she asks, gesturing to his throat and chest.
And do you want to stop drinking and come to the infirmary to sleep this off? is on the tip of her tongue as well, but she's got a feelng that Jata will simply shrug her off if she goes down that route too soon. "How many drinks have you had so far?" she wonders instead, as if that might be a safer question.
And do you want to stop drinking and come to the infirmary to sleep this off? is on the tip of her tongue as well, but she's got a feelng that Jata will simply shrug her off if she goes down that route too soon. "How many drinks have you had so far?" she wonders instead, as if that might be a safer question.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
