Isla
"Gods, Sunjata... Now that I can't even begin to imagine." She'd been the one dead and gone after all - Isla knows nothing of the loss that carved out in one's heart. She can't exactly lean in for a hug with the state of him, but she does sit back enough to take both of his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze to try and stop them fretting at the blankets. "Let's focus on getting you patched up and waiting for Nate to get home, okay?" She tries for a smile.
With his neck and chest heavily bandaged, Isla moves onto the rest of the abrasions along his torso, gently pressing a cool cloth against them rather than trying to wipe or rub away the blood. "Will you be staying here until Nate is back?" she asks, glancing up at him. "I think it would be a good idea, personally. I can keep an eye on your injuries for you. You can even help out in the clinic if you like."
With his neck and chest heavily bandaged, Isla moves onto the rest of the abrasions along his torso, gently pressing a cool cloth against them rather than trying to wipe or rub away the blood. "Will you be staying here until Nate is back?" she asks, glancing up at him. "I think it would be a good idea, personally. I can keep an eye on your injuries for you. You can even help out in the clinic if you like."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
