when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
The infirmary isn't too busy today, luckily, and a light snow is falling by the time Darkeye reaches the entrance. Popping her head around the doorway, her eyebrows raise at the sight of the stout man looking so unwell. "Hold on, let's get you sitting down," she says quickly, motioning for a couple of the nurses who had been helping her out to assist Darkeye into one of the treatment rooms.
Gesturing for him to sit or lay down on the bed - whatever is the most comfortable for him - Isla engages her optical upgrade to look him over, checking for broken bones or other obvious injuries. "Are you able to tell me what happened?" she asks, while the nurses prepare some equipment behind her.
Gesturing for him to sit or lay down on the bed - whatever is the most comfortable for him - Isla engages her optical upgrade to look him over, checking for broken bones or other obvious injuries. "Are you able to tell me what happened?" she asks, while the nurses prepare some equipment behind her.
i could die
Isla
